One month down and I haven’t written a damn thing.
Well, that’s what it feels like anyway. I didn’t actually script a full page of comics in January, which makes me feel icky and lazy and stupid and crazy. But I have been writing.
This column is the sort of thing I didn’t think I’d be writing. It’s a peek into perceived failures, and also what the role of a writer really is. It’s not even something I like to think about because I love scripting and all the rest can feel like work sometimes.
I guess writing is a job and not some creative job where I ride a unicorn to my rainbow office in the sky.