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Hey there, all...
Once again, today's Boomer Express was completely edited out from my original strip. Every time, it feels like, I've tried to give Jared and Victoria any kind of three-dimensional feeling it gets rubbed out somehow. You know, it feels like the biggest distinguishing characteristic of Jared is he likes sandwiches, or the biggest thing about Vikki is she's always ribbing Jared. There's no sense of camraderie or feeling among the crew, and whenever I try to instill that it gets edited.
I've been trying for months to make Boomer Express better. It bothers me that very little people read it, not because they don't read it, but because it doesn't feel *worth* reading to me. I *know* it can be better, but it won't get that way with the current situation. Either Tyrnn needs to take over writing duties himself (believe it or not, he's *quite* capable of doing it solo -- he doesn't give himself nearly enough credit) or he needs to trust me with what I'm doing a whole lot more. The strip is a mess, quite honestly, and I can't fix it if this keeps happening.
Tyrnn has a great eye for comics. He's 'young' at it, but I really think if he devoted more time to it, BE could really take off. He's definitely got a talent for it, and I'd like to think that if the writing were left completely up to me, it'd be an improvement as well. But this halfway stuff just isn't working. I've said as much time and time again. I'm frustrated because I *do* care about the strip, and it's falling well short of its potential.
I've been fighting it for about two weeks now, but I've managed to slip into a full-fledged depression. There are quite a few reasons for this, but there's no way I can talk about them without the appearance of pointing fingers, so...blah. It's not one of those completely-lost, nihilistic depressions, it's more of a mellowed melancholy.
I feel really unlikable. Everything going on in my head bores people, and I can't find a way to express it so that folks see *why* things excite me. I have passions that I can't be passionate about. I want to talk about so much, but it feels like I can't. Maybe it's all in my head, I don't know. But that's what it feels like.
Ah well, so much for being positive. <:) On the bright side, I've been making progress with the writing. Nothing I'm *supposed* to be working on, but still, I've gotten in the mood so that's progress. Changed a few MUCK characters, been working on a macro story, thinking up comedy sketches and the like. Today after work I would love to lock myself in my room and work on "Love In War," the New Tibet story, but I think I'll see if I can recruit anyone for mini-golf instead. Mini-golf usually makes me feel better. :) List of things to do: 1. Write "Boomer Express" for next week. 2. Move cookbook duplicates to their new home. 3. Straighten up Black Studies and Native American duplicates. 4. Write the first chunk of "Love in War". 5. Play mini-golf.
Once again, today's Boomer Express was completely edited out from my original strip. Every time, it feels like, I've tried to give Jared and Victoria any kind of three-dimensional feeling it gets rubbed out somehow. You know, it feels like the biggest distinguishing characteristic of Jared is he likes sandwiches, or the biggest thing about Vikki is she's always ribbing Jared. There's no sense of camraderie or feeling among the crew, and whenever I try to instill that it gets edited.
I've been trying for months to make Boomer Express better. It bothers me that very little people read it, not because they don't read it, but because it doesn't feel *worth* reading to me. I *know* it can be better, but it won't get that way with the current situation. Either Tyrnn needs to take over writing duties himself (believe it or not, he's *quite* capable of doing it solo -- he doesn't give himself nearly enough credit) or he needs to trust me with what I'm doing a whole lot more. The strip is a mess, quite honestly, and I can't fix it if this keeps happening.
Tyrnn has a great eye for comics. He's 'young' at it, but I really think if he devoted more time to it, BE could really take off. He's definitely got a talent for it, and I'd like to think that if the writing were left completely up to me, it'd be an improvement as well. But this halfway stuff just isn't working. I've said as much time and time again. I'm frustrated because I *do* care about the strip, and it's falling well short of its potential.
I've been fighting it for about two weeks now, but I've managed to slip into a full-fledged depression. There are quite a few reasons for this, but there's no way I can talk about them without the appearance of pointing fingers, so...blah. It's not one of those completely-lost, nihilistic depressions, it's more of a mellowed melancholy.
I feel really unlikable. Everything going on in my head bores people, and I can't find a way to express it so that folks see *why* things excite me. I have passions that I can't be passionate about. I want to talk about so much, but it feels like I can't. Maybe it's all in my head, I don't know. But that's what it feels like.
Ah well, so much for being positive. <:) On the bright side, I've been making progress with the writing. Nothing I'm *supposed* to be working on, but still, I've gotten in the mood so that's progress. Changed a few MUCK characters, been working on a macro story, thinking up comedy sketches and the like. Today after work I would love to lock myself in my room and work on "Love In War," the New Tibet story, but I think I'll see if I can recruit anyone for mini-golf instead. Mini-golf usually makes me feel better. :) List of things to do: 1. Write "Boomer Express" for next week. 2. Move cookbook duplicates to their new home. 3. Straighten up Black Studies and Native American duplicates. 4. Write the first chunk of "Love in War". 5. Play mini-golf.
