how the heck am I doing?
Well, pretty good. I know Bruno's been as high as a kite, and I think that
has been a reflection of the fact that I've been feeling pretty good about
myself. As I said in the "question" I posted a month or so ago (about answers to
life's, or Bruno's, questions) it was partially because I was finding myself at a crossroads
So yeah, I finally realized that my job had become very boring to me. i was
constanly wanting to do and think and create things beyond what the corporation
I work for was desiring. Which is fine, that's what they do. But I wanted more.
I sometmes find my insatiability to be almost child-like, and othertimes i find
it the core of my maturity. hard to tell.|
So I moved into a cheap week-by-week room, and am putting most of my stuff into
storage and unrooting myself. I have been killing myself trying to get ahead on
Bruno so that it will run smoothley (cgi script should make it go, like a wind-up toy). I do have the
next two months planned out, and it is a bit of a break away from the norm. In fact, this "breakaway series" is beginning today, starting with Randall. And again my question about secondary characters which I posted last week foreshadowed this. Oh, and it is temporary, an experiment, so if you don't like it, just humor me for a while.
I have also been playing with other projects. Creating Bruno in French has really been a joy, partially because Naomi has been a dream to work with. I've had many (too many) thoughts of getting back to my
novel. I've been trying to do the Lee Side to keep me doing new things, and as well playing with a
couple of comic-strip ideas I'd like to flesh out. Just stuff like that. If i was able to do all
that as my "job", well.... let's say heaven for me could then be accessable.
Dreams, they always said follow your dreams. I was such a little literalist,
it's amazing i haven't been locked up yet. It was approximately 6th grade when I
realized a 9-5 job would be the cause of me committing suicide. So I looked at
what I enjoyed. Drawing, painting, writing, creating, and I persued them.
Peter Zale recently compared me to various power riddled despots, and I
laughed, but wondered. I mean, I don't have really a mean bone in my body (well,
maybe one or two small ones, i suppose we all do) but I am fierce. And I know
what I want to do with my life, and I am dead set on doing that. I want to
create art. And all those who told me I was foolish and impractical and a bad
influence and should've finished college, well.... they may have been right in their world. But I live in a different
world, and that's why I nod in agreement, and then continue doing what I'm
doing. And it's been long and difficult, and often I've been very hungry, but
I've never let myself give up. And to see recently parts of it really coming into fruition, and possibly to have it support me with very little compromise, it has given me a sense of pride, something I have rarely felt in my life.
And then I think: Work ethic. Overachiever. What exactly are gifts and what are banes that we recieve from our parents. the line is so fuzzy.
And so's my head right now. "Fuzzy", sheesh, what the hell am I writing about?
Glad you all enjoy the strip. I'll keep it up and keep true to it as best as I possibly can.