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. 🪰💋