Indecisive

Yeah.  Now I want to draw.

I need to focus but, by golly, I'm just so darned talented.

Kidding.  I suck.

Self portrait from back in '08

Am I too old?

Feeling out of my depth today.  Between my ultra-horrible job and my two boys, I have about an hour of free time everyday.  Writing has been difficult.  I'm behind and that's making me depressed.

I've been a "writer" for as long as I can remember but my training is in art.  I have studied comics all of my life but I've always been too slow at my craft to realize my stories.  At this point in my life, pure prose is a faster way to get my ideas out into the world.

Am I too old to begin?  I'm 42 and this feels like a young person's game.  I don't know.  I'll let that take care of itself.

An old sketch of an old dude to celebrate my doubts.

Working Slowly

Jumping in with both feet!

I really only have a half-formed idea of the novel.  It's horror.  The main character is a 10 year old girl named Aggie.  It's the summer of 1974 and a classmate of Aggie's drowned at the local reservoir.

Nearly finished with the first chapter.  I'm enjoying the story so far but I wonder whether my narrative is too colloquial and if I'm just serving myself.  I suppose we'll see after the first draft is finished.

Here's a chubby chicken for you to ponder.

Need a Win

No one is reading this blog.  Why would you?  I haven't done anything to merit your attention.  So, I've decided on a bold proclamation.

I'm writing a novel.

Started it yesterday.

See you again in one week.

Oh, and here's a fat guy I drew.