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Moving on up?

June14

I met a new friend today, and told her about my cartooning and my art and all. She entered my name in the address bar of her browser, and it… automatically completed my name. “Breanne Boland” was the third suggestion by just entering “Breanne.” When I enter it into Google now, it’s number two.

Google is good? I don’t know what it is, but I like it.

Tomorrow: more spam. Good night, everyone.

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In which I reset myself

April8

Well, hello there. Please, sit down. I’ve had a lot happen in this past week; I would tell you some of it.

Friday was the last day of the full-time job I’ve had for the last three-and-a-half years. I quit to pursue my art. (I love saying that because it sounds so deliciously pretentious and self-indulgent.) I quit because it was time. And I saved some money, so I’ve bought myself some time.

I’m planning on spending the next couple of months doing nothing except what I damn well feel like. Happily, what I feel like is working on my sci-fi novel and starting, working on, and completing Furlough issue two. I started editing the script today. Thumbnailing will be tomorrow, I think.

Mostly, though, I’m taking it easy this week. 3.5 years is a long time; I was 23 when I started that job, and just a couple years out of college. Now I’m a nice full-on adult of nearly 27 (the day is next Thursday, woo). I’m giving myself some time to shed old habits. I’ve realized, both through observing myself and listening to other people, that one of the perils of being an adult is becoming a slave to ruts, habits, and assumptions. Time goes faster as we age, but I think it’s also speedier in ways to which humans have yet to adapt. We become content with ok or acceptable, stopping short of what’s actually good or right for us, just because our daily lives don’t actually actively hurt us.

I’m thinking of this because of some of what I heard while exiting my former job. Everyone was happy for me and excited; everyone said nice things and thought I was making a perfectly wise decision. But some people would pause then, a melancholy look in their eyes. “I wish I could do that,” they’d say. “God, that sounds so good.” Those haunted me; I mean, I’m quite content with being some kind of aspirational figure, if it doesn’t require too much effort on my part. But some people just looked so sad, so resigned. It hurt to realize that it was the surfacing of something they carry every day.

It was a lot to process. And I realize I have it in me too, so it’s a lot to undo. I think that our ease of settling into habits is a rather generously given coping mechanism for the repetitive nature of most people’s lives. It ends up being a lot to fight against, if you’re the kind of person who wants to.

So I’m doing what I can this week. I’m not making myself do much; instead, I’m getting a sense of how I’d like my days to be structured, and what makes the most sense. Monday I went and did lampworking all day, ending up with a nice pile of beads and a good sense of what I need to get better at. Yesterday I had a pinata of a good day, with too many details to describe. Today I edited, and completed the budget that gave me a better sense of how much of my freedom I can buy with my little happy-day fund in the bank.

This week is a pause. Next week? That starts the lunge toward the things I’ve been half-assing for so long. I’ve spent the last several months narrowing down how I spend my time these days. I’ve started no new projects, and I’ve taken on no new hobbies. I’m going to finish things. And that race to the end starts next week.

P.S. I’m in the process of registration for several different fairs. More details once I get actual, real confirmations about them.

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On reestablishing habits

March28

I learned, whilst in the thick of making Furlough issue one, that one of the keys to being creative without making yourself crazy is to make sure you have a clear delineation between Work Time and Free Time. (Actually, I was reminded of it – I learned it from Alec Longstreth at the Center for Cartoon Studies last summer, in one of the many lasting lessons from my week at comics camp.)

While making Furlough, I basically had two jobs. Consequently, I treaded close to All Work and No Play territory, although since it was a finite process, I knew I’d be ok. Two weekends ago, I was at the Emerald City ComiCon; I decided to take the week after that and do NOTHING. No drawing, no editing or writing unless I damn well felt like it. Sleeping and eating properly and getting some exercise: that was my schedule.

So last weekend, I was happy and ready to start working again. Then: The Plague.

Well, ok, it’s just a freaking bitch of a cold, but it robbed me of my brain’s higher functions and rendered me unable to do anything but sloth about, whine, and drink tea. Pleasant. So: schedule pushed off for another week.

I am no longer a snot factory, and I’m on the Nasty-Sounding Cough of Rehabilitation stage of the cold. I’m ready to move on, thank god.

Step one was to clean off my desk, which had become covered with the clutter of two stymied weeks. I’ve come to believe strongly in space being a most important step for actually creating action. I don’t think it goes so far as, say, clearing out half your closet in anticipation of the mate you’re trying to attract, but I do believe that if you have a pretty, easily accessed space where you can Do Your Thing, you’re far more likely to. So: there we go. Check it out:

I realize Afters are much more affecting with Befores, but just picture about 20 more pounds of papers, books, and assorted shit, and you get the idea. Included in this picture: my adjustable drawing surface, my sewing machine, my newly designated Pen and Brush Mug, my acrylics box, tonight’s to-do list, a piece of cloth I wove at a friend’s house, and a piece of self-done embroidery from a shirt I used to love.

Step two: survive this week. It’s going to be emotionally tumultuous, and I’m hoping The Work will be a nice respite. This is my last week at my job of 3.5 years. I’m officially departing the Full-Time Office Life for something else.

Which brings us to step three: a drawing commission from a friend. Exciting.

April is going to be a hell of a month. I can’t wait.

Week of SRSBZNS; another recommendation

March1

Final Furlough inking is done. A version of lettering is done – hand-written, straight on the drawn pages. It remains to see how I like it (and how my Legibility Panel feels about it). I completed a bullshit strip* to make the story an even 24 pages. Three printing quotes requested, and now I’m on page six of scanning so that I can go in, tidy everything up, lay that shit out, and send it to the printing shop of my dreams.

And so much is left to be done! For instance:

  • The cover: penciling, inking, painting.
  • Try to finish this cat zine of mine so I can have it at the convention
  • See if I have a good night to devote to doing the drunk zine
  • Decide what on earth I want my booth to look like
  • See about getting paintings printed

And so on. I could make this list 40 items long, if I felt so inclined, but these are the things I’m actually thinking about. There’s also a larger item, entitled “Do not make yourself insane,” which includes things like exercise, reading, and not shorting myself of sleep. However, I know me, and adding such an item would only make me unhappy that I managed to do no such thing.

I’m at a good place; T-minus 13 days, and the bulk of everything is done. It’s just hard to see that right here, and it will be until I’m sitting happily in my living room atop boxes of printed books.

I didn’t help myself tonight; I spent a weird amount of time (like an hour!) reading old Questionable Content strips. I’ve gotten a vague impression, from the small amount of webcomics-related criticism/bitchery I read, that it’s kind of popular or trendy to slag QC, but I really like it.

I like that if you read the whole of the archives, which I did in three nights when I first found it, you get a very specific picture of one person’s artistic education. I like the banter and the swearing and that the characters are just far enough away from regular life to be fun to watch, but not so far that you’re drawn out of the story. I like that it’s about half a universe away from ours, so you can get some really wonderfully strange “And now for something completely different” moments now and then. It’s also nice to read a graphic story about (mostly) regular people doing regular things. As those are the kinds of comic stories I tend to write, it’s reassuring to see that kind of story being told and to see that it’s not made boring by its generally domestic setting. I even enjoy its glacial pace. I think there’s an honesty to it about the pace of graphic storytelling.

*I got this term from Dan Clowes, who used it in a derogatory way about the stories in Twentieth-Century Eightball. However, I usually use it in a complimentary way. The stories in that book are my favorites of his, and I like pretty much all of his work anyway.

500-level Practical Creativity

February8

While on vacation, I got a really good sense of the work ethic I’ve built up for myself for writing and drawing. I’ve written about creative methods and discipline before (see my Etsy store for the zine about it), but I have a better sense of the long game now. I want to write about that, but I’ve also been meaning to come at it from another way: what I wish college had taught me about practical, everyday creativity.

At my parents’ high school, everyone was required to take a class that was basically Everyday Life Skills. Checkbook balancing, banking, budgeting, getting licenses, owning things: this class wasn’t home ec, but it did teach basic everyday skills that one might not learn at home. It’s the class my mom remembers most fondly, the one she felt proved more useful more often than anything else.

I wish my college had a similar class, a kind of cap for four years of sheltered life and abundant time. My last semester, I did a creative thesis, wherein I wrote a 75-odd page draft of a novel.* It was an incredibly fruitful time for me – I met my advisor once a fortnight, and in between visits, I wrote my little 20-year-old ass off. A friend said she had a hard time getting two or three pages done every two weeks; I was handing in 10 or 14 pages at a go. I had a beautiful room on Beacon Street in Boston with a picture window as long as my bed and taller than me (I’m not short) that overlooked the frozen waves of the Charles River. I miss that room. I sat at my computer, spent most of my days alone, and wrote and wrote. I’m not sure I’ve come close to being that generally satisfied since then, which is both sad and heartening.

That winter, I graduated, and after that… nothing. Almost nothing at all for several years; it’s taken some shaking up in the last 12-18 months to get me to a place where I consider myself creatively worthwhile, to shake that underpinning of self-loathing for not doing what I’m designed to do.

I’ve given some thought about what I would have liked to know. What should they have told me about bringing that hothoused college-based creativity into daily life? What hot tip might have kept me from being mostly creatively dormant for the better part of three years? What could the academic establishment have told me about matching a day job with your creative dreams and needs?

In the meantime, I put it to you, internets: what would you have liked to learn in your last formal education that might have brought you closer to what you actually wanted to do, and more quickly? A class, a suggestion, a mantra? What would have sorted you out earlier? Or if you’re one of those lucky people who managed to do it right, what were you told? How did you approach it?

*This novel has suddenly been showing up prominently in my thoughts, which is weird. Maybe I’ll finish it properly one day after all.

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How deep is my nerdery? Let me count the ways.

February4

1. My first thought on unpacking yesterday, upon arriving here in Vacationland, was, “Oh, thank goodness, my bottle of ink didn’t leak.”

2. I had a dream before I left that something ended up broken in my luggage. That thing? My nib.

3. One of the things I was most looking forward to (aside from four days with one of my best friends, which is number one) was time to sit and draw and write. I’m very much in that mode right now; I love it.

4. I’m thinking about the rigorous drawing schedule I need to get on when I get home, and I’m very much looking forward to it.

5. What did my friend present me with, once we were finished unpacking? Notes on Furlough.

6. What did I do tonight, once we got home from eating out (Italian and – mysteriously, in Arizona – Tasti D-Lite) and shopping (Nordstrom Rack)? I inked.

That’s Escape Pod coming in through those headphones.

I had two penciled drawings I did at work this week, and I finally got to work on them some more. I probably won’t paint them until I get back, though… although I did bring watercolors, it was just my dry palette, not my tubes. I’m not sure I trust them for work I consider more detailed – and certainly not for flesh tones.

Being in this area of Arizona is odd; in any given room, my friend and I are usually the only people under 50, and possibly the only ones under 70. I got here yesterday and I’ve been carded three times. That’s more than usually happens in three months. I think it’s a good antidote for us, though – we both suffer from the malady of feeling and acting like we’re a million years old, when we’re still pretty young, by the scale of our day. Feeling past your prime, acting like your useful years are behind you? Have I got the tonic for you: visit a town in the southern US in snowbird season! You’ll feel spry and nubile again in no time.

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Thoughts on short speculative fiction films; Tentacles without The Fisherman’s Wife

January31

Today, by the grace of craigslist and a man named Mark, John and I managed to score tickets to the sold-out Science Fiction + Fantasy Short Film Festival. I’ve gone for three years now, and it’s been interesting to see their submissions evolve. A good third of the first one was just about full-on terrible, because a new festival didn’t attract the best-quality filmmakers. It was worthwhile even then, though, and it’s gotten markedly better year after year.

Still, I found myself more critical this year, and I think I really enjoyed fewer than I usually do. However, being in a script-writing state of mind, I found myself pulling lessons from them. Such as:

  • The length of a short film’s credit sequence is nearly always inversely proportional to its quality.
  • There are some film and animation professors out there erroneously giving well-intended advice to people. Other innocent people do not necessarily need to be subjected to your Introduction to 3D Modeling project. Learn, get graded, and move on.
  • Bickering is not the same as character building. Furthermore, bickering is not cute and serves only to make the viewer hope all of your characters die.
  • Many storytellers find female characters necessary only when they need a lady to move their plot along, i.e. someone needs to get knocked up so some plans can get derailed, or a male character needs some kind of vague, briefly explained motivation.
  • What feels good shouldn’t be fled from; actually, something that feels really lovely, a story that reassures you on some base level, is enough to justify a story sometimes.
  • Just as with full-length features, there is a point at which an inflating budget can not only not help a lifeless story but can actually make it worse, because the audience feels sad that good money was thrown after bad for a terribly written script.

    And this, I admit, is my own damage:

  • I hate fanboy humor to the point that watching it for more than a minute makes me physically uncomfortable. This is my problem, based on a past relationship, but that knowledge doesn’t make my reactions less potent.

    So, when not entertaining, at least educational. That’s good.

    I’ve been painting and drawing a lot this week. Here’s one I finished last night.

    Bring on the bizarre Google searches!

    I’m looking into making art prints, so I’ll be posting far more pictures once I have a means of getting them to people.

  • Pieces

    January16

    It’s been a rough week for editing. I’m still uneasy about Furlough, and I go between thinking, “For once in your life, finish something, just make it and do it and look at it again later so you can learn what went wrong and fix it next time,” and quailing as I whinge, “But it’s my first big long comic ever and I want it to be PERFECT.” Neither of these are helpful.
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