Not to get all emo, but yesterday was a rough day for me, creatively. Sometimes I get to a point where I'm tired of trying to re-create myself and hatching yet another idea to get some comic art in print. I woke up just feeling everything was futile, but after talking with some friends who gave me encouragement, and rendering a few new pieces of art, I picked myself up, dusted myself off, and got back on the path.
I was wondering if I was too old to be trying to follow foolish dreams. If I haven't gotten where I wanted to be by now, what chance do I have of doing it at this age? Is it time to admit that I'm just not very good and stop wasting my time and move on to something else?
I have to remind myself that the art is ageless. People seeing it online or in print don't see me - they see the work. If it's good, they'll get into it. If it sucks, it'll just sit there. Now that I'm older, I should have more to say in my writing.
I think the new Shanghai stuff I'm working on is the first original material that actually feels written. I've got characters detailed out pretty well, quite a few issues plotted in advance, and I know where the story is going. I think the art is going to be better than all my past attempts as well. We'll see!
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