I used to draw all the time. I would come home and sit down and draw. I’d work on my portland zombie comic (which I will post some of here)… I am really proud of it. The layouts, the character design. It’s the project that made me really strive to draw different body types and facial structures. Not just the same body with different colored hair and clothes. Killing Time helped me draw people the way they are, not the way they should be. It was the first time I had good character definition.

Trouble with drawing a comic based on your friends and their reactions to a zombie appocolypse? If you grow distant from them… it’s less fun to draw. If you break up with your partner… it’s awkward to write. If you grow to believe your once funny friend is a total douche bag… it’s… well, you get the point. I had that story in my head for a long time. I could see ways to get it down on paper and then I just slowly stopped caring. It was something I did alone. Something I didn’t share until it was closer to done.

And for writing? Well, my teachers growing up always said, “she has a hell of an imagination, but the child needs an editor.” And I do. I suck at grammer. I suck at spelling. I suck at story archs.

But I am really good at THE PITCH. The idea. The beating heart of the story. The details are always a bit foggy. But man, can I pitch something.

So this blog is that space. A place to throw things out there and see what others have to say. A place to draw my silly fan art and hope it makes people laugh. But mostly it’s a commitment to myself. A promise that I’ll take all my pent up creativity and try to do something with it. Daily.

I really believe that creativity left alone brews sadness. I am really tired of being sad… so I’ll draw.