Can You Eat Rejection Letters?

Can You Eat Rejection Letters?

Tweet Because I get the feeling that if I were actively querying agents I’d be reduced to surviving off the returns. Thankfully I have a source of income aside from writing. I’ve played ‘starving artist’ long enough to know that the romance is largely nostalgic. Granted I regularly imagine moving to Paris to live off the paltry offerings of teaching English again. The 11 hour work week sounds enticing; I could really focus on writing. However I do recall it being difficult to focus on anything when your stomach is trying to digest your esophagus. Common sense will strike and save me in the end. Well… it probably won’t. But I guess I’ve always been a bit masochistic when it comes to financial stability. The point is that...

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Turning the Tables

Tweet If you haven’t seen my drawing of Ninja Cat vs. Space Robot you should do that before you read on. Don’t worry, I’ll wait… I’ve been wanting to draw this all week, so when my weekly drawing time with some of the academy students came around I jumped right into it. Sometimes I think I like drawing time more than the kids do… In any case, here’s Space Cat vs. Ninja Robot. Space Cat never stood a chance. It turns out that Ninja Robots function perfectly well in space, and Space Cat has nothing going for him outside of his being in space. Which, unfortunately, doesn’t wind up giving him any advantage as it appears Ninja Robot is now in space too. If you liked this you’ll probably enjoy my rant on why I hate...

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The Irrationality Of Snoring

The Irrationality Of Snoring

Tweet Oh. Freak. No. h. Freak. No. These are the three words that roll through my head from time to time. They used to explode in my mind every night, but I have since moved rooms. I live on a hospital ship in west Africa and bunk with three other guys. My current bunkmate only snores occasionally, and if he does I can easily convince him not to by snapping  my fingers once or twice. Previously I lived with a guy that wouldn’t respond to me hitting the bed frame as hard as I could while shouting obscenities. That’s not an exaggeration. And boy could he snore. He snored so loudly that he vibrated the beds in the adjacent rooms. As much as misery may love company, I wouldn’t really wish that on anyone. And the fact of the matter is, that sleep...

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I’m so freaking lazy

I’m so freaking lazy

Tweet I have a few blog posts written that I haven’t had time to finish or illustrate. It takes a lot of effort to draw that much. So I thought I would just post to tell you that blogs happen, just not on accident. However, I do have a drawing to share. I made this last night. I have this weekly time I spend with some of the kids here where we sit in the cafe and draw until either their parents collect them or I fall asleep in my chair. Usually it leads to ridiculous drawings that have no real bearing on anything in life. Like giant monkey monsters crushing bridges and fighting farmers with alien shotguns. I should see if I have my TacocaT drawing that I did a few weeks ago… if I do I’ll post it. In any case, enjoy Ninja Cat vs. Space Robot. To...

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Blogs are Stupid

Blogs are Stupid

Tweet Generally speaking, I hate blogs. It’s not that there aren’t good blogs out there, because there certainly are. Take David Thorne as an example. It’s just that blogging leads to a lot of ridiculous and unnecessary garbage filling up the internet. Until Twitter rolled around, I considered it the height of narcissism. In a way, saying I hate blogs is kind of like saying I hate magazines or sun screen. It’s too broad of a stroke. Because while perhaps I hate celebrity-worship magazines and SPF 15 (when does THAT ever suffice?), hating the medium as a whole makes very little sense. It’s kind of like saying you hate floors when it’s misaligned tiles that frustrate you. Blogs can indeed be informative, or entertaining, but they’re also a bit...

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