money, money

the end of the month looms large and rents want to be paid…as well as a bill for internet, gas & electric, car insurance, credit card bills….

i am a broke-ass mama. dusty needs a raise. i need to make money. he won’t ask for a raise, and i let every injury cripple me and convince myself that there is no way in hell anyone would ever pay me for art…or writings…or, god forbid, art & writings such as moses jones.

i will keep creating whether or not i get paid for it. as i posted yesterday, i want to draw.

but wouldn’t getting paid be nice? wouldn’t it be nice to not lay awake at night wondering how i will pay the bills? wouldn’t it be nice to not have to borrow? wouldn’t it be nice to have enough money that i could, in turn, support other artists?

so i guess i will try. i am going to try to create single works that can be made into print. maybe try to sell small prints & cards with my artwork on them. i’m going to try.

any advice, encouragement, magic confidence powder…etc. would be appreciated on the matter.

or, if you are just feeling generous, i do have a “support an artist” paypal donate link on my sidebar. if someone were to donate, i would hope i could repay them with some original art. but i’m a mess right now…so i can’t make any promises.

i’m talking to you too, universe. putting it out there. i am more than wiling to support my family with my art–but a little seed money–a little encouragement–would be greatly appreciated.

home is where you ink your comics

i sit in a borrowed house that is home until the end of july. peaceful chaos abounds. not quite a room of my own but also not staying in a guest room. not being forced to “helicopter parent” my children for fear they will break, damage or be damaged in another person’s living space. parenting in someone else’s space has to be one of the most stressful ways to parent. parenting with an audience–also extraordinarily stressful. add in stressed out minions who are amped up on uncertainty and lack of familiar routines…it is a perfect storm of a parenting nightmare.

in the nick of time, before i lost what was left of my mind, a friend of mine abandoned her house, leaving the door open for us to squat here for a few weeks.

i miss moses jones. i think this journal page shows how much i miss her.

yesterday, at an impromptu birthday party for me, a friend of a friend who is involved with the michigan womyn’s festival asked if she could use some mojo for the back cover of the zine for the festival. i agreed–though i do worry about some of the politics–i mean, i am a feminist, but i am a very inclusive feminist…a feminist who believes that all the infighting among women should stop and we should be a united front…and that one of our best hopes for the future is to raise feminist sons as well as feminist daughters….. anyhoo, one of my early early moses jones pictures (done for an art class) is about to be used as the back cover for this zine. it will be cool to get some exposure.

speaking of zines, i am hoping to get the final pages of this episode finished & have two zines for the madison zine fest this year. hopefully, now that i have a space almost of my own, i will be a bit more productive.

zombie angel

please stay tuned....

some of y’all know that i am a half-time student & an over-time mom. i would love to be writing my comic right now, this very minute…but i have (at least) three things ahead of it on the priorities list: a nap (i wish), fold & put away laundry (ppbbbt), and homework homework homework. that is in addition to whatever my kids are planning on throwing at me this evening (figuratively & literally)…. so i am putting up a drawing i did a few years back that i really like. i call it zombie angel.
there will be more moses jones as soon as humanly possible.

food sharing

food sharing

i was reading amber dusick’s book PARENTING: Illustrated with Crappy Pictures when i was somewhat unnerved to see that in her “The 50 Crappy Laws of Parenting” section, #16 & #31 are very much like this comic i did a while back. i entertained the notion that she had somehow seen my comic–after all, i am still convinced that the tv show Northern Exposure stole from me (long story that actually makes some sense)….however, wait? could she have? oh well, here’s my version….