I’ve always admired comics creators who could focus on one thing, finish it, and move to the next thing. Or those who could just focus on that one open ended project forever.

I’m more like a pinball machine. I bounce around hitting lights and bells and making things go bang but not for very long. Sometimes I get a little hang time, hit a few extra buzzers, score some points…but the ball always ends up down the chute of doom only to return to its crazy, random work.

Yeah, that’s right. I’m in an extended artistic funk. I’ve generated a zillion new ideas, lots of new characters, but nothing that is sticking to my ribs. Nothing I care enough about to sink a lot of time into.

I’m not young anymore and if I ever had real dreams of being a big time comics artist those dreams are long, long gone. I’ve kinda always known I’d be underground forever. And that’s cool with me. But even here in the sub-basement of the lower chambers of comics if you’re not getting shit done it feels like a little death inside your soul every day.

I ain’t gonna live forever and I’d like to die with a crapwap of comics behind me.

Now back to the drawing board.