Me and me

(click on it if you can't read it....)

(p.s. I just reread it and realized something...by it being "over" I don't mean death. at all. not even a little bit. I just mean, this shitty stuff I'm going through. k?)

Nostalgia and Adulthood

Learning how to draw myself again:

Another picture-less comic about serious stuff.

P.S. Chuck, I couldn't do this without you. Thank you for being amazing.

And more memories:

This weekend, in the magical Christmas house that my mom and my sister created, I experienced some really intense nostalgia. Memories haven't come flooding back to me like that in a really really really long time. The house my mom lives in is the house we grew up in, she's lived there for 20 years now. It's changed a lot but so much is still the same.

These 3 particular memories are:

top: there was this rusty pipe sticking out of a cement block near our driveway, and my sister and I would always put stuff in it, like rocks and grass and water and pinecones

middle: I have a really distinct memory of playing in our dirt driveway, poking at anthills with a stick, while the sun was setting, in the summertime

bottom: I once snuck out of my bedroom window at night. Looking at our house from that angle made it suddenly feel like a stranger's house. I felt really alone and separate from it.

'Bout to Barf

HOLY GUACAMOLE

I GOT A XERIC

Get ready for some new freddy stories in a REAL BOOK!

Thankyou, I love you all.

I have big ideas for this...

lots of new content, some different type stuff, I'll tell you more later.

right now I feel like

Memories

I've been writing a lot recently about my childhood memories...it's weird how when you try really hard to remember things they don't come, but then you remember one thing and a ton of stuff comes flooding back...I'm going to try to do one of these at least once a week.

I'm really trying to figure out how to make a schedule for myself and make myself do work. Every time I sit down to draw I feel so much better. I've just been a big ball of tense for the past week. Plus I'm waiting for the Xeric letter...maybe it comes today....aaagh

Hi

Here's a bunch of stuff--I probably should be uploading these right after I do them, because every day everything changes so much.

Thanks again to everyone for being so awesome. It's really helping me to put these up...it's totally weird, but really helping.

Beware, this first one has a couple of F-bombs.

This is from Friday 12/17

and this is from yesterday 12/18.

And here's a self-portrait. I haven't done one of these in a really long time. But Chuck did one and I thought I should do one too.

and also this. I think I'm starting to change the way I draw myself...

love

mm

More

This one's from yesterday:

And this is from today:

Gettin' More Personal

I want to thank everyone so much who responded to me about that last comic I posted...I almost didn't put it up, and I'm so glad I did. It's really important to know that other people go through the same stuff. I love you all a lot. We'll figure this shit out together!

Here's another one. There's a lot of "but"s in it. I've just been drawing these without planning them out first.

But first here's some real photos of Gino's Nativity scene and Christmas decorations:

and a little drawing of Sophie, a cat I got as a kitten in highschool and recently passed away. We love you Sophie, you were a total weirdo, and an awesome cat.

and now

Gettin' Personal

Something I needed to get out of me and onto paper.

I've been really inspired by Gabrielle Bell's comics lately...I bought her new mini at BCGF and it's amazing. I'm not always drawn to making diary comics, but hers always reach way beyond just being personal, and they make me want to do more comics like that.

Speaking of Brooklyn Comics and Graphics Festival, it totally ruled! Each time

it happens I leave there thinking that I'd be happy is that were the only show I went to all year. Sad but true. I want to go to Mocca and SPX less and less...I'm still thinking about why this is.

But mostly it ruled because I MET LYNDA BARRY. I was in line to have her sign a book and I almost started crying. I managed to hold the tears until afterwards though. In like 2 minutes we had one of the most amazing conversations ever, and I left it ready to draw draw and draw more Freddy stories.

She talked about how when she draws Marlys, it's like Marlys only exists when Lynda draws her...like Lynda is giving her life, giving her part of herself, but Marlys doesn't keep existing and doing things inside of Lynda's head. She compared it to giving life to stuffed animals or a blankie when you're little. This is how I feel about Freddy too. And it's why drawing these Freddy stories is so important...I get to step outside of myself and talk about the stuff that's sometimes hard to talk about through her.

Peggy at D&Q sent me this photo. I have no idea who took it! Man, look at that awesome posture.

The Bird

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