That line from the father's song in Mary Poppins, where he's going on about how nothing can go wrong, in Britain in 1910. That's about the point I realized the boy was gonna die in a trench.
It's really good stuff, Bobby. But welcome to the world of art. Nothing is ever quite good enough, and the more obscure a writer is, the more everything has to be PERFECT.
Fucking hell that sounds head wrecking.
After the MSY/tales from Fat Ernie's, it took me three years to even THINK about trying another project that involved more than me.I have the same problem with artists that Bobby has with writers.
Yeah it occurs to me that it might be ridiculous to still be dealing w/ publishers & middlemen in the current paradigm.The pay is negligible anyway, I might as well put my time and energy back into making and distributing my own stuff.
No shit. I'm sitting on 3 stories for graphic novels, complete, and I've just finally given up.
No Inspector Spacetime??
Gender is a social construct. As society, we get to choose your gender.
Do you sell copies of the comic book or just give online for free?Would you be offended if color printed stapled together copies started randomly appearing in waiting rooms?