I have spent today in a state of elevated panic. I think I might be making the best comics I have ever made, and the worst webcomics I could possibly have chosen to make. Apparently I have excised every detail of my work that appealed to the floating voter. By which I mean "sexy fun". That is what I have left out. Sexy fun.
I don't expect the kind of high-minded individuals who take an interest in my blog to abandon ship, but reading back over what I've been putting on my website over the last month, I'm not sure how I will stop losing hundreds of readers a week. It is a breath-holding competition; after all, Scary Go Round took a long time to recover to where my original comic Bobbins had been beforehand. Projects take time to find their feet! But back then I had the luxury of a day job, I could fiddle while Rome burned, so to speak.
I'm not sure what purpose a blog post like this serves. I feel privileged to be able to make comics every day and it is scary when it looks even a little like that could come to an end. I start running round in circles, waving my arms in a crazy fashion.
I ought to calm down eventually.