Fatherhood is like playing the piano. It looks easy until you try it.
I may be stumbling along trying to learn to play the piano, but like the all good parents of a ten year old, we’ve put the Girl in piano lessons. She’s been at it for six years.
…which means six years of practice.
…which means six years of forcing her to practice.
What is it with kids and musical instruments? Do any of them actually WANT to learn to play these things?
When she was really young this had meant hovering over her as she tapped each key, played each note. But nowadays it usually entails reminding her… and then giving her some privacy to get it done. That doesn’t necessarily mean it happens without a bit of coercing. And either way, I’m never quite sure what my role is in this little practicing game until the last note is played each night… and even then I’m just glad it’s done.
If you’re a fan of This is Pi Day you probably already know that my mostly-recent endeavour into publishing webcomics is happening in direct competition to another mostly-recent hobby.
As of last week, I’ve been learning to play the violin for a whole year… an effort that will eventually pay off in the form of having my own in-house one-man-band, but in the meantime requires dedicating each day what could be a solid thirty minutes of valuable comic-drawing to literal fiddling around in the basement.
The Girl actually told me the other day that I’m improving, a true compliment from a kid with an underdeveloped verbal filter, but she’s still lacks an appreciation for my repertoire, a song list that is heavy on a mix of classical alternating with fiddle tunes, and very under-represented in Top 30 pop tunes.
I dabble, but honestly… my singing voice has nothing on Adele.
A theme that will gradually emerge as I draw these is “yes… this really happened.” Being a dad is chock full of surreal experiences. It’s not my intention, of course, to portray the dad as a bumbling idiot tho. You’re not going to see the non-funny side of his response. But yeah, part of raising a pre-teen is dealing with the less-than-subtle feedback you often get on your life. How you push back… well, that’s up to you.
In reality, she lost her tv privileges for the rest of the day for that comment. But you’re not going to laugh about that part are you?
As far as the art goes, I’m building these character models as I go and this marks the first appearance of the (as of yet unnamed daughter character) and something that I haven’t done in a strip again (at least up to #008 which is drawn and in the hopper) which is breaking that fourth wall.