Dec 5, 06:38 PM · Wussy
When I was in junior high, I was invited into the National Junior Honors Society, and you remember how you were in those days. “I’m too cool for this, please don’t tell anyone,” were the thoughts racing through your head, but at the same time, you were kind of honored. Anyway, after the whole mess of us joined, they asked me to speak at the induction ceremony.
Me… I was scared out of my mind.
Even after my mother gently prodded me to do it, I still couldn’t. I was just too terrified of it, and I thought I would mess up and ruin my life (I was 12). So I didn’t, and ever since, I know that I could have done it if I really wanted to, but I wussed out. I didn’t want to wuss out ever again, and for the most part I haven’t, just about every challenge that I have been presented with I have taken on. Sure, I fail sometimes, but I’ve tried to do the best I can.
I’ve been reading the recent Comic Pimp columns which are creator/self-publisher relevant. I have to say, while chock full of interesting information, I’m totally screwed. I feel totally underprepared for all of this. I’m sure I feel this way because I’ve never had to do this before, but my bowels feel like they are about to liquify and run down my legs whenever I start thinking about selling Golden Boy. Hell, even printing it scares the living crap out of me (although some of those fears have been alleviated through gracious online support). Everytime I hit a publisher’s website, I start thinking about sending them a package, but I get home and stop myself. I have to do this on my own, or else I’ll always wonder.