A quick skim of my past entries and I’m thinking, “boy, I can sure be an eejit sometimes.” But what’s there to do, right? One can only hope that I’ll learn to bypass the parts of my brain that’re nuked for good and get better at writin’, drawin’, considerateness, outlook on life and complete-er thoughts.
And about writing: I have to come up with a story. Like, not a story I’d just circulate amongst friends, or put in my diary with all the unicorn stickers on it. This thing is supposed to reach a pretty intimidating demographic. The script is crazy FUN to make. But also, for somebody like me who thinks intellectual stimulation means drawing robots in perspective, it can get really f***in’ HARD.
Kazu Kibuishi’s blog has this excellent post about writing anxieties. His main point: audiences empathize with creators in a genre/medium (fantasy comics) where deadlines compromise storytelling, as a result lowering expectations for both readers and people behind the scenes. The essay was a great read when I first ran into it, but it hits closer to home now when I’m trying to string a plot together without pulling tricks out of my ass like time-travel, amnesia, or body-swapping.
I also wanna share this quote by Alan Martin, Tank Girl scribe:
Use swear words frequently and explicitly. And be inventive in your abuses – don’t just say “stop crying, tithead.” I try something like, “Your bonce is like a swollen breast and your eyes are akin to two lactating nipples.”