Sometimes Love Is Not Enough
I just . . . Sometimes I just don’t know, man. I just don’t.
But there’s a new page. It’s lovely. I really like the shocked expression Sam gave Larzipan in the second panel.
I love making comics. I started doing it when I was 9, and I’ve been obsessed with it ever since. I love making comics, but I don’t like marketing comics. I don’t feel like I know how to do it properly, and I’m not very good at it. But after a certain point, it gets harder and harder to avoid difficult questions. Like, Why am I putting so much time and energy into making these comics, if I can’t get people to read them? Isn’t there a way to get people to read them? Shouldn’t I look into doing that? Shouldn’t I try harder? Why do I ruin everything?
And then I’ve started down a spiral of self-recrimination, regret, and self-sabotage, and I don’t get much done. Nothing gets done, except for more pages of the comic, which I love. I hope you will love it, too.