My first honest-to-god printed up and sellable on shelves comic is coming out in late March-early April...and I'm having a mental breakdown over it. This has been my dream since I was 5, and now that it's happening, I'm going insane. It's not good enough. It's totally not going to sell. WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING?!?!? I'm doing all the distribution myself and that's making my brain hurt. I hate the business end of everything. I just want to draw. That's all. I don't want to know how much the reems of paper cost that the comic's being printed on. I don't want to think about how much shipping is going to be to the stores that will agree to carry it. I'm just worried that this will wind up being the biggest fiasco of my life and I'll fail miserably. If I fail miserably, my girlfriend's mother will just gloat and continue telling my girl that I'm a failure and she should ditch me...and I might just have to shove a bazooka in her face. By the by, can someone lend me a bazooka?
Maybe I should just curl up in a cave somewhere, draw on the walls and listen to Bad religion while drinking whisky until the world ends. I like that plan. It's good plan.
Maybe I should just curl up in a cave somewhere, draw on the walls and listen to Bad religion while drinking whisky until the world ends. I like that plan. It's good plan.
hope all is well with you.