Entry 006
Another Wednesday, another day of battling doubt and self-loathing. It’s two days past the second strip’s due date and I’m still struggling to get it done. Late is better than never though, right? And besides — isn’t this what I promised you after all? A raw, truthful look at this journey, struggles and all.
I won’t lie: yesterday I wanted to quit. Pack up my supplies, burn my sketchbooks, delete my socials and fade into the dark. Boring panels, stiff characters — the pencil and the pen felt, and still feel, as if they’re working against me.
But fuck it — I go on. Why? Because I have to. Because I must see where this is headed. I am compelled to make this whole messy thing a reality, to drag it kicking and screaming into some form of consciousness.
The real me — the true face of this project — lingers somewhere out of sight, in the back alleys of perception. If I keep moving forward, I will find my way. Along the way I will find you as well: those of you out there thirsting for what I have to offer. The New Taste — I will find you, and I promise not to give in to weakness and pack it up.
Now, I have a comic to work on. Sure, I know this thing isn’t high art. But Razor Hill Comix is real and it has a beating heart. It’s my job to keep it alive, to keep the inking pumping through its veins.
So — until next time. This has been BAG!, speaking to you from the depths of Razor Hill.
With much love, I will see you real soon. 🪰💋