I keep thinking . . .

that a modicum of talent should translate into the ability to create something of comparable quality to the things created by folks who have dedicated their lives to this sort of thing.

Should I be surprised that after throwing myself into writing for five or six years I might come up with stories that are readable but not necessarily publishable? And should I be surprised that I can’t become a comics artist overnight?

Perhaps I should confine myself to the visual vocabulary of stick figures*. I could tell my story (relatively quickly) and stop being so damned frustrated all the time. Who knows, perhaps a real artist will find my story, like it, and offer his services. Such things do happen in the world of web comics

Still, it disappoints me that I’m only capable of stick figure comics, but I want to do something more of this quality.


*xkcd is self-supporting, after all.