What my week looks like comes mid-week… With back to back to back meetings Tuesday and an uninspired unproductive Monday (as well as currently fighting a cold that came out of nowhere), I come tardy to the party… But my lame excuses aren’t what keep you coming back here for glorious gibberish, is it, so let me get to it!
One of my meets Tuesday was with an acquainted artist, who became a colleague, who’s become a friend. One of those relationships in which you don’t spend much time, but when you do, the conversations are rich and ideas are respectfully reciprocated. He’s taken on the wonderful, brave task of creating an original graphic novel (OGN, as the cool kids say). And I commend him for it. It’s not easy.
Creating something from nothing is artistic bliss. It’s what re-ignited my love and passion for comics. It’s what gave me a purpose that felt richer than just being a working artist- not that there’s anything wrong with that. BUT… it’s hard as effing hell. Layers and layers of complexity; from actual structure, to the deep internal creative, to the practicals, to the every days…it consumes every fiber of your conscious and sub, constantly flowing in and out, out and in. Guys like Nate Simpson – http://projectwaldo.blogspot.com/ – and Jason Brubaker – http://www.remindblog.com/ – have chronicled it much better than I’m able to. BUT to the BUT… it’s rewarding as effing hell.
There’s a great quality to being consumed by your creations, your worlds; when they invade your dreams, your memories… when your thoughts between creation and reality become questionable as to what is and what isn’t (well, that may be a sign of some mental issues). The flip-side of that is in being so consumed, your connections to the real world are endangered and compromised… there’s a balance there somewhere, I have a hard time finding it.
I’m cutting this entry short as I need bed and rest to try and fight this impromptu illness off. Seemingly the most sick I’ve been the last six months, more than I have in the last ten years combined. Short of the last month, previous to that it seemed like I had some sort of ailment one weekend after next, from stomach flus to normal flus to 24 hour flus to coughs colds fevers. My body is getting tired and worn, I thought I got through it… apparently not. Chicken soup it is.
We’re still pushing for a May (second week?) launch with Warshop, and given some creative schedule shifting and tetris placing, we’ll be able to do so. It’s not the exact plans, but through this adventure endeavor, not much is or has gone so, and I think that’s just the way it goes. The power of flexibility provides for further progress.
We have a rough cut of the first story vignette with copy (one of the week’s completed tasks). If you’re interested, feel free to email me direct – firstname.lastname@example.org – and I will gladly share.
Until next… that’s what my week looks like…