Well, it's 11:20 pm as I write this and my wife is sound asleep, while I have insomnia - however, it's still early, so maybe I don't. All I know is I'm wide awake and thought I'd post to the good ol' blog.
This was the first of four days in a row that I had scheduled off from work. Originally, it was going to be my "Let's go to Vegas" time for me and my best friend. Mind you, this is when there was no baby on the horizon, let alone two. Then it became the "Come on out to Dallas and visit" time for when I thought that he'd be able to come out here instead. Finances and the real world intruded and now I have almost a week off to fill.
The trick is filling that time constructively. I mean, I'm all for leisure - just ask my wife and my parents. I can waste all sorts of time, mostly through the use of a wonderful time-waster known as the Playstation 2. What I need to do is to arrange it so that the Playstation isn't as much of a temptation for me so that I can get some good solid work done on Nametags.
For those of you who are new to the blog or don't remember me blathering on about it, Nametags is a comic strip that I am trying to put together after several false starts and a lack of enthusiasm for repackaging my college strip, Brain Fever, for syndication. You'd think the prospect of having twins in just over six months would light a fire under my butt to get this done, and it is - but only a little bit.
I have, however, made some headway in the battle for syndication. I have managed to write several scripts for the strip, which is set in an unidentified store and centered around both the customers and the people who work there. This is not as great a deal as you might imagine. If there are any cartoonists out there reading this, you know that I am essentially just dipping my pinkie toe in the pool and wiggling it around in there. Jumping into the deep end is still a ways off.
I am now beginning to realize, after several years of trying to create a comic strip, that it is hard work. I know this shouldn't have come as a surprise, but it did. I heard all the warnings from friends, teachers, and many other people that it's very difficult getting work as a cartoonist of any ilk, but I thought to myself , "Yeah, but they're talking about other people, not me! I'm special! I'm talented! My mother tells me so..." You get the idea. I'm not proud of thinking like that, but there it is.
The only people who I think have it tougher than cartoonists are poets. Man, I don't have the stamina to be a poet! I'm having a tough enough time making up cartoons, which is what I'm going to do my level best to do tomorrow - provided I remember to throw the PS2 in the trash.
Take care,
~Rob
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