I have had the comic-creating equivalent of constipation for the past two weeks, which isn’t at all pleasant. The launch of the site last Monday coincided with my completion of the first story (I’m a few weeks ahead of the updates), and with all the effort and relief of finally getting things up and running I hadn’t given much thought to story two.
I’ve always been bad at plotting. From my early teens I fostered long running delusions of being a writer, which might have been a good idea if I could i) write proper, and ii) think of something to write about. Both are pretty essential, so to have neither was a handicap I couldn’t overcome, despite my plucky (pathetic) efforts.
Anyway – to cut to the chase – the constipation has now ended and I managed to produce two new strips yesterday from the rumbling bowels of my creative mind (I’m starting to regret this analogy). Not big news, perhaps, but a relief nonetheless. All creative people will know the empty feeling of staring at a blank sheet of paper, or blinking cursor, knowing that time is running out. Pressure is a good motivator though, and if you have to do something you usually manage it – without the need for ex-lax.
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The analogy slightly put me off my dinner, but then again that's my fault for eating over my laptop again.
You are a good writer, by the way, judging by the blog.
Thank you - and watch out for those crumbs.
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