Also: every one of these I draw, a little piece of me withers and dies from the part of my mind that still grasps at the belief that I may one day achieve some crude sense of artistic credibility.
Sometimes I am forced to take a moment, step back and reevaluate exactly how I spend my spare time. Today, while redrawing a terrible comic I drew last year sometime about a wanted pizza I was forced to do just this. Course starts back in a week or so, and then I will be a busy beaver. Until then I will probably continue to draw pizza and feel oddly guilty about it.
This comic was redrawn so as to be stylistically consistent with the other Pizza Tales. Honestly, I'm not sure exactly why I bothered, there are so many things on my to-do list that are much more important.
You'll need to click on this to see it in all its glory, due to my ineptitude at Internet.
So. Losing my mind, perhaps? Honestly I'm not sure why I drew this. It is, perhaps, illustrative of the inherent flaws in my comic-writing process. My process is as follows:
1. I start writing a comic.
2. I stop when it gets somewhere.
So, what happens if it doesn't get anywhere at all? You end up with 18 panels of pizza and wall.
I draw things. Here on this blog I post sketches and works in progress and fun things. I have an internetcomic at moonbeard.com. I also have a cat named Ted Danson.
I watch too many movies and drink too much coffee and eat too many iced animals.
I have a headache and I am confused a whole lot.