John "The Gneech" Robey (the_gneech) wrote,
John "The Gneech" Robey

Rough Housing, Con Bouncing, Job Hunting

If there was a theme to AnthroCon for me this year, I'd say it was something along the lines of, "You like me! You really like me!" People came to my table eager to pick up the new issues of SJ, people who'd never seen my work before talked about how appealing the art style was, and best of all I got some feedback on what people like, don't like, and are interested in about the comic. (Net result: several people feel like the Cangrejo Diablo story was too long, but loved that Obadiah got kicked out of the bar as a sacrifice, and have many interesting speculations on Langley's sexual preferences.)

It's also clear from people's reactions that they enjoy the story much more an issue at a time, rather than as the relatively slow trickle of one page a week. There's only so much I can do about that, what with being a one-person production crew, but I do have some ideas.

However, AC did reaffirm my commitment to keeping the comic up and running, even if it's going to do some evolving. Issue four is going to be a bit more personal, with the characters learning about each other and (hopefully) themselves, as they start to pull together behind the common cause of saving the Rough House. It's also going to have more Roxie, who always makes me happy to write and draw. ^.^

Mixed into all this is the issue of laurie_robey's unemployment, and my subsequent decision to go find a conventional day job. This has been weighing heavily on my mind, to the point where I had something dangerously close to an anxiety attack/depressive meltdown last night. The truth is that I really don't want to resort to that, all my best efforts to convince myself it would be fine notwithstanding. I may not have a choice, and I need to find a way to get over that. I don't want to go back to drawing until 1:00 a.m. and then dragging myself to work at 8:00 a.m. But "not drawing" is not an option, and not working may not be either.

It's a thorny problem. Every aptitude, personality, and career-planning test ever says that I should be a writer or an artist way at the top of the list, teacher a distant second, and anything else a far distant third. However, I have a minimum comfort level (which The Staircase falls painfully short of) and financial insecurity makes it really hard for me to concentrate and be productive. In short, not just my ideal but pretty much my only suitable career is "Creator who has already made it big." That would be fine if I were in synch with mainstream tastes and could spit out books like Grisham or someone. But what do I create? Squeaky clean furry comics. Even among the fringe, I manage to be among the fringe. :P Being able to say I was a hipster before it was cool is scarcely adequate compensation.

Granted, there are worse problems to have, and I'm grateful to be in a position where I have any kind of freedom of choice at all. Right now I'm just trying to figure out how to maximize that, and to leverage it into getting to a situation where I can live and be happy and still manage to do some good in the world.

To that end, it's time for me to get to work. Catcha later. :)

-The Gneech

PS: Many thanks to everyone who had kind comments re: my last post and the "awesome" thing. You're way kinder to me than I deserve, but I am grateful nonetheless!
Tags: comics and art, conventions, depression, furry, suburban jungle, the business end, work, writing life
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