Thursday, Jun 2, 2005

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Title: 1459

June 2, 2005
12:01 AM

Don’t worry – this doesn’t mean I’m quitting or anything. I just thought I’d take a moment to expound a bit on what I posted yesterday.

It’s not like I’m out of ideas. I have tons of ’em. Oodles of things I can make comics about – that’s not the issue. The problem is in the WRITING. I feel like I’m pulling teeth trying to make things funny right now, and it’s just not coming out right. Something is OFF. I just don’t feel like I’m in my groove… the writing these past few weeks has just felt really off-kilter. I dunno. Maybe it’s just me, and I’m beating myself up. Hell, I can probably chalk it up to the stress of moving – what with moving, unpacking, dealing with finances, and other projects which I’d rather not have taken on in the first place, I feel completely and utterly spent. I tried to work on a comic yesterday after I finished yesterday’s comic, so I could get back ahead again – and just hit this mental WALL. It’s different than writer’s block – i have subject material, that’s not the issue. It’s translating that subject material into a comic that I feel reflects my writing and humor style that’s getting me right now.

Frankly, if I hadn’t joined the Daily Grind competition, I’d be taking a week or two off, put out a call for guest strips, and recuperate. There’s a nagging portion in the back of my brain that tells me just to quit – there’s no shame in it. I’m waffling on it – big time. I mean, I KNOW I can keep doing a comic – I just also know that in the past, my little vacations have done me good.

I think the ideal solution is to try to work ahead again – I had an 8-comic buffer about a month ago, but let it go to waste as I spent valuable time overhauling the website. If I can manage to get ahead, I can take a mental vacation, and hopefully get back on track, comic-wise.

Sorry this has been so rambling. I feel like I can’t even think straight right now – I’m just completely and utterly wiped out. I’m probably going to lay my head down on the desk for a little bit and try to shake it off. Just… stick with me. I’ll get through it.