Greatest Misses, Part 1on September 10, 2012 at 12:00 am
I wasn’t familiar with Photoshop or decent fonts. The art was crappy. I didn’t know how to draw. Well, I did, years ago. But from 1989 to 2003 I had not done so much as a stick figure. I took a 14 year vacation from art. Any skills that I had before that had atrophied. I sucked. But, I believed, somewhat naively, that the webcomic community was a forgiving community, sort of like the fanzine community that predated it. Like the fanzine and mini-comic “scene” of the 80′s, which I was a part of, I believed everyone was welcome and talent was not that important. I believed I could start out with crappy art and not get a whole lotta grief about it because, hey, looking at a ton of other webcomics, circa 2003-2004, nearly everyone’s art was crappy. A couple of years later, however, webcomics became this thing that only the very best were supposed to indulge in. According to some very opinionated bloggers, if you were an amateur who drew amateurishly, you ought to quit (or incur their wrath).
But that was a fight I had to deal with later on. In 2004, my enemy was time. I was rushing to get this story done because my next Iraq tour was coming up in Jan of ’05. I didn’t want to leave the readers hanging. I spent the weekend before shipping out furiously banging out art to complete the story. And I did.
That’s when my @#$% computer crashed. I had no way to FTP the art to my website. My Internet was about to be turned off that weekend. I was due to ship out that Monday. I had no choice but to leave the story dangling.
When I got settled in Iraq, I was eventually able to communicate with my readers and apologize. I was also able to upload some very simple pencil art to my DA account. But I was done with my website and done with the Blonde Marvel for the time being.