Stupid comic.
I fully intended to finish a new page of my Quite Neglected Webcomic by this Friday. Right now, that's beginning to look terribly unlikely again.
This is not, as in other times, because I am too busy (though I find ways to spend my every waking moment doing something) or because I don't feel like drawing (even though it's been, what, 10-12 months???).
It's because no matter which direction I slice it in my head, I'm embarrassed by Moralicide. I like to pretend that in the grand scheme of WEBCOMICS it's not that bad. Well. That's kind of like looking into the port-a-potty and saying, "Well, yes, but my turd was exceptionally well-formed."
Problems? In general, art for one. Writing for two. The unsurmountable wall of anachronisms and geographical cluelessness. The fact that my narrator is a bitter, self-loathing unintentional stereotype. The fact that, *spoiler* Emily isn't going to make it past the next five pages. Which feels right for the story, but wrong for the universe, if that makes any sense.
I don't know. Crisis of confidence. I find myself in an uncomfortable limbo between giving it up, and just drawing the damn page. If I'm going to continue, I need to update regularly. If I'm not, I should just get the huge embarrassing QUIT over with. Blah! BLAH, I SAY!
Also, John Scalzi was entirely right about the meaning of "Working on the Novel" in this post http://scalzi.com/whatever/?p=1585. I am currently THINKING ABOUT THE NOVEL in a detached sort of "HOW did I get the plot SO confused?" way. Soon I will just say "fuck it" and start actually writing the novel again, desperately trying to fix the problem by shoving more words into the middle and end.
How did a baseball story get so complicated? :|
EEK! How did it become late o'clock already? I have to get to work.
This is not, as in other times, because I am too busy (though I find ways to spend my every waking moment doing something) or because I don't feel like drawing (even though it's been, what, 10-12 months???).
It's because no matter which direction I slice it in my head, I'm embarrassed by Moralicide. I like to pretend that in the grand scheme of WEBCOMICS it's not that bad. Well. That's kind of like looking into the port-a-potty and saying, "Well, yes, but my turd was exceptionally well-formed."
Problems? In general, art for one. Writing for two. The unsurmountable wall of anachronisms and geographical cluelessness. The fact that my narrator is a bitter, self-loathing unintentional stereotype. The fact that, *spoiler* Emily isn't going to make it past the next five pages. Which feels right for the story, but wrong for the universe, if that makes any sense.
I don't know. Crisis of confidence. I find myself in an uncomfortable limbo between giving it up, and just drawing the damn page. If I'm going to continue, I need to update regularly. If I'm not, I should just get the huge embarrassing QUIT over with. Blah! BLAH, I SAY!
Also, John Scalzi was entirely right about the meaning of "Working on the Novel" in this post http://scalzi.com/whatever/?p=1585. I am currently THINKING ABOUT THE NOVEL in a detached sort of "HOW did I get the plot SO confused?" way. Soon I will just say "fuck it" and start actually writing the novel again, desperately trying to fix the problem by shoving more words into the middle and end.
How did a baseball story get so complicated? :|
EEK! How did it become late o'clock already? I have to get to work.