Tag: comix

I am super inspired by illustrators and comic creators, particularly alt comics or comix or whatever isn’t superhero comics. (Although I have an obsession with drawing women in superhero comics with practical costumes but that’s a whole other thing).

Here’s a book I love that inspires me as it tells of a story of a kid making sense of reality, and you might like it too.

I was once inspired by literary fiction in the same way (well, still am! a good short story makes my day) and I got into it enough to do it! It was a really fulfilling, stressful, crazy few years because the ideas in my head were getting put to paper/screen and it feels great and I still look back on that time fondly, even if I don’t write anymore. I blame the loss of the “spark” but, man, it’s a lack of discipline. I still get ideas for stories all the time but there’s no discipline to do it. (I did pitch a video game recently and that was great because it was a part of my paid job, which, super lucky, but also I associate motivation with earning a wage and I’m figuring out if that’s good or bad.)

And I still want those things, to write and draw, but there’s a niggling fear of being an old in a community where you need to start young and have the enthusiasm of someone new to everything. (This is not rational of course and there are countless examples of people starting in a given discipline or field well after “youth,” but it’s there, you know? The Fear.)

Okay, see, now I wrote this and feel better. I better get to drawing.

I am super inspired by illustrators and comic creators, particularly alt comics or comix or whatever isn’t superhero comics. (Although I have an obsession with drawing women in superhero comics with practical costumes but that’s a whole other thing).

Here’s a book I love that inspires me as it tells of a story of a kid making sense of reality, and you might like it too.

I was once inspired by literary fiction in the same way (well, still am! a good short story makes my day) and I got into it enough to do it! It was a really fulfilling, stressful, crazy few years because the ideas in my head were getting put to paper/screen and it feels great and I still look back on that time fondly, even if I don’t write anymore. I blame the loss of the “spark” but, man, it’s a lack of discipline. I still get ideas for stories all the time but there’s no discipline to do it. (I did pitch a video game recently and that was great because it was a part of my paid job, which, super lucky, but also I associate motivation with earning a wage and I’m figuring out if that’s good or bad.)

And I still want those things, to write and draw, but there’s a niggling fear of being an old in a community where you need to start young and have the enthusiasm of someone new to everything. (This is not rational of course and there are countless examples of people starting in a given discipline or field well after “youth,” but it’s there, you know? The Fear.)

Okay, see, now I wrote this and feel better. I better get to drawing.