A Preview of Sorts


It seems I must become accustomed to writing things, if I mean to make something out of this site. As if writing an actual comic, creating art, AND navigating the insanity that is PHP weren’t enough to keep me busy.

I’m trying not to let that bother me.

It’s not so much that creating content is bothersome. I almost enjoy it. It’s my own personal mix of insecurities and perfectionism. Any old content should do just fine here, so long as it’s mine, but I have this nutty idea that I ought to be aiming higher than that.

Hubris.

So, let’s take a moment to go over what this site is supposed to be. Singular Blues is meant to be the story of woman, her best friend, her sword, a handful of fighter jets, and the end of the world as we know it.

Oxford comma.

 

Is it too much? I wonder that, all the time. I find myself looking at the story and wondering if my creativity vomited every idea I’ve had over the past 4 years into this strip. That could be a sign. A sign that I really am making things overly complicated.

But I was never very good a signs. Insecurities, yo. I can’t be sure if I’m going off the rails or if it’s just my anxiety talking.

I’ve bitten off far too much here, and that bloody perfectionism keeps getting in the way. I tell myself, again and again, “it only has to be good enough.” No one is actually perfect, and quality is the child of practice. But it’s no easy task ignoring the voices in my head (metaphor. I’m not schizophrenic).

We’ll be seeing more of this sort of thing, at least until I develop the free time to pursue books, movies, and TV (Oxford comma) to review. So Welcome to Singular Blues!

(And if you actually read this, you win one Internet.)

 

Leave a comment