The old pages

Was looking at old comic pages I’d done the other day. I’d done the pages years ago and clearly I was proud enough of them then that I felt the need to keep them. And you know what? I still am! There’s some fully inked pages. No word balloons in any of them. I guess I was figuring I’d put them in digitally? I think that might be something I wouldn’t do now. There’s a few that are just pencils, one with just a smidge of ink that I put on and never finished.

I don’t even know when I made them. Couldn’t tell you the year. And I’m so far away from that version of me. That person wasn’t a husband or a dad. I’ve done A LOT of hard, necessary work on myself since then.

That said…I like that me because he’s still me. I’ve never stopped imagining story ideas. I’ve even managed to get a few of them out fully formed (buy my books here!). But for a little while I gave myself some grace because I realized I was putting a lot of my self-worth on whether or not I could support my family on making those ideas. Which is incredibly unhealthy! Don’t do that to yourself!

Anyhow. Here’s to creating new pages, in every way that can be taken.