Drawing comics isn’t fun.
Really. Do you want to draw a building? I don’t.
I’d much rather be laying around in sweatpants watching “I Love the 80s Strikes Back,” all the way through, one more time.
While laying there, however, I’d start to feel guilty about not wanting to do something different with my life, how I’m wasting precious time and talent by watching this stupid show yet again. Then I would get up and wander the house, muttering like Ozzy. Eventually I’d sit down and start trying to work on something. Then I’d remember internet access and surf… wait, wasting time and talent, back to work. So I’d be working, then I’d have to go Google some image references, then I’m surfing the weather, dammit, back to work. Music would help, I think to myself, and I keep playing music and forcing my ass to stay put until I had something of substance to hate and completely re-work. Soon, people would start to call me, asking me what I am doing tonight, and I’ll be surly because I’ve been sitting in my crappy chair drawing all day.
This is pretty much the routine now every Saturday – < sigh >.
It’s this or wasting my brain on TV.
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