Holy smokes! My webcomic turned 8 years old yesterday, which I was not ready for!
When I started making comics, no one told me all the nights I'd lose to the glare of a monitor trying to make one stupid joke work just a tiny bit better.
No one told me how I would doubt myself every day, no matter how many people told me they liked what I was making.
No one told me I would lose sleep and friends and sanity trying to do all of the things all of the time.
But also, no one told me the incredible friends I would make based only on our shared love of the same improbable corner of the Internet.
No one told me the rush I'd feel when a word clicks into place, ready to take on a new life in someone else's head.
No one told me how sweet that moment would be just before a new post goes up and spills a new idea, however silly, out over the world.
No one told me, and for that, I'm unspeakably grateful. Because it's meant everything to me to find out for myself.
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