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My name is Vincent and I try to write and draw while my brain tries to stop me. I shout the title of this blog a lot.
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When we started we HAD no style, no understanding of ourselves or what we were doing. We had feelings, vague ones, a sense of what we liked, maybe, but no unified point of view, not even a real way to express our partnership. We fought constantly and expected to break up every other week. But we did have a few things, things I think you might profit from knowing:
We loved what we did. More than anything. More than sex. Absolutely.
We always felt as if every show was the most important thing in the world, but knew if we bombed, we’d live.
We did not start as friends, but as people who respected and admired each other. Crucial, absolutely crucial for a partnership. As soon as we could afford it, we ceased sharing lodgings. Equally crucial.
We made a solemn vow not to take any job outside of show business. We
borrowed money from parents and friends, rather than take that lethal job waiting tables. This forced us to take any job offered to us. Anything. We once did a show in the middle of the Benjamin Franklin Parkway in Philadelphia as part of a fashion show on a hot July night while all around our stage, a race-riot was fully underway. That’s how serious we were about our vow.
Get on stage. A lot. Try stuff. Make your best stab and keep stabbing. If it’s there in your heart, it will eventually find its way out. Or you will give up and have a prudent, contented life doing something else.
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Teller, of Penn and Teller, in a letter at http://shwood.squarespace.com/news/2009/9/21/14-years-ago-the-day-teller-gave-me-the-secret-to-my-career.html
Strangely, advice as good for writers or musicians as it is for magicians.
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I am not going to assume how Whitney died. Maybe it was drugs. Maybe it was illness. Maybe it was sadness. Maybe her heart failed her. Maybe it was a combination of things.
Regardless of HOW she died the fact is she died AND she was an addict. When addicts die the shit talk becomes thick and…
Jokes about Dorian Gray never get old.
Let’s chew on some wolves together.
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Jokes about Dorian Gray never get old.
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"The only copy protection I need is the fact that tomorrow’s comic doesn’t exist yet and my brain’s the only place that bakes that cookie."
— RStevens on Kickstarter explaining why he’s releasing his forthcoming Diesel Sweeties ebook DRM-free. (via dianakimball)
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It’s been years since I last produced a strip for my comic Jeremy (Just Turned Nine)*, although I’ve had a couple of stories in assorted stages of completion for … well, years.
My plan is always to secretly finish these stories, then suddenly launch them on the world and be all “YO! Jeremy, y’all!” and bask in the surprise, glory and adulation.
But, lacking an incentive to publish these - not being under a deadline or an obligation or anything - I put them aside, month after month.
The thing is, I want to return to Jeremy - it’s the closest thing I have to a passion, in terms of personal projects. It’s the closest thing I have to good, maybe the best thing I’ve done. But, I lack drive and motivation, so I suck up the hours I could be spending working on it or I put it away and forget about it.
So, what I need to do is give myself a deadline, and a public deadline at that, with consequences. So, with that said, I will release a new Jeremy story in March, and if I fail to do that, I will let you punch me in the face at Emerald City Comic Con.
Actually, no, that’s stupid, but what I will do is this: If I fail to produce a new Jeremy strip before the end of March, I will donate $500 to the election campaign of one of the more horrible Republican candidates. I can’t decide if Santorum or Gingrinch is the worst, it’ll be one of them.
Let me be clear; I don’t have the money to throw away like that, plus Santorum is a ferret-faced oil slick and Gingrinch is a small, wobbly monster. SO it will cause me real pain - twice - to fail to come through on this challenge.
So. Yes. New Jeremy by the end of March or I render unto Caesar. I probably should have just done a Kickstarter.(*PS: I know almost none of you know who or what Jeremy is anyway; here’s the link to both Jeremy books, including the very cheap eBook editions, and some of the old strips online)
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