I decided to go to a meeting for aspiring comic book creators in NYC. I agreed to it and then forced myself not to think about it. Meeting new people is difficult. Throw in the fact you’re opening up about something close to you, something you’ve placed a lot of work into and it can be a bit nerve-racking. If I pulled anything away from my art school critique experiences its that the usual annoying personalities will be there-but hoped a few good eggs show up too. I was not disappointed to see both groups well represented. One
Next week’s wedding is in Chicago. Which means time to see the baby bro! He’s 30 years-old and missing his front teeth. No, he’s not a hockey player. My doppelgänger knocked them out with a beer bottle. In the interim I’ve started drawing with blue lead. I stumbled upon the fact that they sell blue mechanical pencil lead (even on amazon)- which surprised me. The lead should be invisible to scanners if they are set to black/white. But some sources contest that point. I hope it does work, because I suspiciously believe
Erin’s Wedding in Wisco this weekend. I’m still dragging my feet here- only finishing two pages in three weeks. I feel like a snail. But after this I have three weeks until the next wedding so six more pages will get done and then seven to go (or three more weeks). Why is it still hot, New York? 92 degrees today, really? Fall hurry up!
Nervous Wreak City. I’m planning on visiting it this weekend. I heard the weather sucks there but after the week I had at my day job I might as well get hyper-critical about my drawings and buy a one-way ticket to NWC. From my recent frolic in Central Park with my old friend Blair, I was reminded of an interview with Shane Carruth, the creator of the films Primer and Upstream Color. His first film, Primer, he made for under $7,000- but during the process of putting it together he had nervous breakdowns almost every three weeks. So much
As I said before, numbers make things important. I counted this week and I have seven weeks of work to do before I finish drawing chapter Three. I can’t believe it. (alright I can- I’ve been barely sleeping). If I can finish prior to November, which will be a stretch with a vacation weekend in Rhode Island, two weddings in the Midwest to attend, and Packer season about to begin, then I might have enough time to revise the beginning twenty pages and start the fourth chapter process before 2014. Phew! This weekend my wife’s friend from med
My good friend from art school, Blair, visited NYC this past week. He’s easily one of the most creative people I’ve ever met. Besides the innovative work he did in college, he’s done graphic design/web work for a good size list of companies over the years and he started his own successful retail internet site (Check it out: Pillowmob.com) with a second one on the way. The last time he was in New York we met at Angel’s Share, a speak-easy south of Union Square hidden in a Japanese restaurant. He showed me his new handshake that involved slapping
My doppelgänger recently sent me a copy of his novel through his Kindle account. He’s been writing it in his spare time while teaching in South Korea. He wants me to send him a copy of what I have finished of Sacco. But I’m reluctant to do so. Not because I don’t want his opinion. It’s because the drawings from the first chapter are shit compared to my latest completed pages. Plus I’d like to pretend my storytelling skills have gotten better. I mentioned this hesitation to him. He said it’s not uncommon- look at the Harry Potter books.