Out tomorrow! All at once!
A year ago, writing Escape From New York never would’ve crossed my mind as a thing that it was possible for me to do and get paid for.
2 years ago I would’ve been amazed if I had three different gigs this wildly different.
3 years ago I would’ve been amazed if I had had three comics out all year.
4 years ago I was prepping the trade dress for SCREAMLAND, no projects lined up, no idea what I was going to do. I was stuck wondering if comics was worth all the work and late nights and endless frustrations and the uncaring future that could end up with me having nothing to show for it.
5 years ago I was selling off all my stuff and getting ready to move to Portland, with one faint idea in the back of my head involving becoming a writer full time, of breaking in, of maybe making the things I love to do the things that keep me alive. Wondering if maybe I wasn’t making the biggest mistake of a minefield of a life.
Not sure what the point of all this is, except to say that even when everything makes no sense and there’s no guarantees, fuck it. Do what you want to do and hope for the best and be dumb enough to keep pursuing it even when everything in the universe might be telling you to turn around, to quit while you’re still ahead, to be safe.
It’s not easy. It outright sucks a lot of the time. But that whole cliche about how if you believe it, you can achieve it? Sometimes it’s actually true.
And no one is more shocked that this is the case than me.