Anonymous said: I would love to be a published writer but am currently working towards a god damned associates degree and have no inside knowledge on the biz. Needless to say I'm not anywhere close to that. Any word of advice on how to get into a scene you know nothing about, or know any authority figures looking to publish early American modernist styled shit?
Yeah, just fail until you stop failing.
A few years ago a friend called me and said, “hey, I know you want to do this comic book thing as bad as I do. Let’s stop bullshitting and get it done.”
Since that time, we’ve lost a billion dollars and had sand kicked in our faces daily. At each step, we’ve failed.
But we’ve typically only failed once per step. And in that way, progress was made.
Starting from well outside feels embarrassing and can be demoralizing if you allow it. But if you’re constantly working, you don’t have time to feel that sting.
We’ve got two series coming in 2015, two graphic novels, and possibly some other shit depending on the whims of people who don’t check their emails.
It’s going to be another few years of failing before we reach some of our goals. But what better use of time is there in life?
My advice to you is to create a ton of content, hustle and suck dick to get people to look at that content, then push that content to your audience when you’ve shotgunned enough jizz that someone publishes you.
Fail at every turn, but take notes.
Anonymous said: What are your thoughts on yurts? Met some people that had one built and their entire property is completely off the grid, with the exception of internet. Solar panels, water system, and edible garden etc... claimed everything, along with the property cost about 50 grand. They were 3 connected yurts, indoor plumbing and everything, probably the same amount of space as one floor of a ranch house. I'm heavily considering this type of route.
This kind of lifestyle is appealing to a specific person. This person is not me. It’s a commendable effort and would probably be cool if a lot of people did it. But I’m trying to free up time and resources to do interesting things and would gladly pay market prices for a bunch of kale instead of the headache of growing my own.
You hold on to the past, you make yourself miserable
and I’m ruled by seasons of sadness — it’s inexplicable
and we will find a way to be lonely any chance we get
and I’ll keep having dreams about loveless marriage and regret.
If the gods are fair, than I am fucked.
Maybe this year I’ll get myself up off the floor and try to pretend that things are getting better, that I’m changing — but I still feel the same.
I haven’t stopped drinking since we met. You never intoxicated me enough.