I don’t write much here, at least in “blog” format, but I thought I would jump in to explain my narrative struggles.
If you’ve been reading along with me over the past couple years, you’ve noticed that the comics mark a very particular point in time in The Girl’s life. She was 9 when I started drawing This is Pi Day and when I set the mood, tone, blah-blah-blah… whatever.
That was almost two years ago. And if you are a parent, know a parent, or have ever been a pre-teen, you’ll understand that age nine is very different from age eleven. I also assume it’s equally different from age thirteen… and so on.
I honestly didn’t really think I’d still be drawing this thing two years on. So… in other words, The Girl was loosely designed as this static, un-aging, forever-nine-year-old kid. As these things go, time passes, and I find myself with a comic about a nine year old kid and no nine year old kid in my life to act as a muse.
This leaves me with a choice. Either I figure out how to draw a perpetual comic about a nine-year-old and This is Pi Day becomes a comic based in idealized memories. Or I figure out how to shift the tone, shape, design, and essentially most everything about the comic to age along side The Girl.
In other words, if you’re wondering where all the comics have been for the last couple weeks… that’s where…. in the void of waiting for inspiration.
If you have any advice, or want to comment, the phone lines are open. And by phone lines I mean the comment box below this post.