Big Show is Baby New Year?!

My 2018: What Worked and What Didn’t

All right, so, I didn’t know what to expect from 2018. It was my first full year as a parent, and with parenthood came lots of changes, lots of challenges, and a lot of stress. It wasn’t a bad year, but it was a struggle to stay rested and focused on anything for more than 15 minutes at a time. It was a year in which it was especially important to remember that creativity, goals, and life, in general, are all marathons, not sprints. One of my coworkers suggested that a child’s first birthday party should be less of a birthday party for them, and more of a party celebrating the survival of everybody involved. As a dad who did not adjust well to becoming a parent, I must say that it’s hard to disagree with that sentiment. Then again, I don’t know that any new parent just falls into the role with perfect grace and poise, so I guess I shouldn’t feel too bad about having a hard time figuring it all out.

Anyway, you can probably tell what we’re going to be talking about a lot in this entry. How did the baby affect me creatively, personally, and so on? As I’ve been looking back, thinking about what to say, I find that I am judging myself harshly, so I am challenging myself to make sure this is a constructive entry and not just a means of bashing myself, which I am wont to do. Give me a break, self! It was a tough year!

Go on….

Garfield Comic from April 13, 1998

Transitioning from a Night Owl to a Morning Person to Get More Work Done, Better

Wowie zowie. It’s been a busy couple of weeks! Following two fun, but hectic weekends, overflowing weekdays, a baby too fascinated by exploration to sleep, and a travel-heavy Thanksgiving holiday (including two Thanksgiving dinners and my cousin’s fabulous wedding), it’s no wonder I didn’t update the blog last week, or that I’m running late this week. The explosion of activities that comes with the autumn season, combined with colder weather and shorter days (plus the possibility that my first year as a dad is finally catching up to me) means I am more exhausted than I have ever been in my entire life. I always have high hopes for productive evenings once wife and baby are asleep, but I rarely make it another hour before I’m in bed, myself. Not only that, I am so bleary-eyed and unfocused by the end of the day that the hour before bed has been devoted to devouring old G.I. Joe comics and Nintendo Switch rather than getting any work done. I just can’t think.

Go on….

Stan Lee and Spider-Man

An Amateur Comic Creator’s Thoughts on Stan Lee

[I want to preface this with a brief disclaimer. Whenever somebody who is widely liked and praised dies, there is always the handful of malcontents who chime in with, “Yeah, but they did THIS bad thing and THAT bad thing.” Well, you’re right. Minimal internet research will reveal Stan Lee wasn’t perfect. But, neither is anybody else. Nobody on the internet wants to admit that they’ve ever done anything wrong, especially when calling somebody else out, but we’ve all screwed up somewhere along the line. I would like to believe the good Stan Lee brought to the world FAR surpasses the bad. So cram it and read my dumb blog.]

All right, so we have to talk about Stan Lee. The comics legend passed away yesterday at age 95, leaving behind a mountain of creative work, and a couple of mountain ranges worth of comics, television, movies, and other media based on his original creations.

When I first heard about his death, I had the same reaction I do any time a renowned celebrity dies: Aw, that’s sad. He did a lot of good work and made a lot of people happy.

Then, my inner reason kicked in: Hey, Stan Lee is probably THE reason you started making comics, so this is a way bigger deal than you’re letting on.

Crushed.

Go on….

Cape Mini Con 2018 table setup

Cape Mini Con Recap – OR – Did I Deliver as a Vendor?

Last week, I covered some of the things I really like about being an artist at comic cons, as well as some of my bad habits and hangups that I would like to improve, both for the sake of seeing better returns, and so convention attendees have a better experience interacting with me. My first big test came in the form of Cape Mini Con this past Saturday. While it wasn’t a record-breaking day for sales or anything like that, I did better at the Mini Con than I have at four out of the last five shows at which I’ve had a table. (I also found out later I sold a book to a Secret Service agent, which I thought was pretty cool.) I can’t say for sure whether or not my efforts to improve are responsible, but hey, at least they didn’t hurt. Let’s review my habits and hangups from last week and whether or not I was able to overcome them.

Go on….