It my own fault. I get excited. I get invested. I get disappointed.
I thought my stuff was a shoe in for Mark Millar's (kickass) new magazine Clint. Which wanted sci-fi, humour, and/or horror strips.
I now have no idea why, but the other week I was so sure.
Why was I so sure? No, it's gone. I've got no clue anymore...
These were the winners...
Emergency Pit-Stop by Mateus Santolouco page 2
The Fall of the Fortress by Bruno Leazia page 3
Treasure by Stephen Baskerville page 6
Loop by Percy Guiterez page 11
The Diner by Manuel Bracchi page 12
I'm on pages 7 9 and 11 but you know what I stuck up there, because I put it up here too. There was a couple of pages of new stuff and a couple of re-hashes of old "classic strips"
The main difference I can see between the winning stuff and my stuff is that my stuffs funnier and my people don't look like people. Humm, I'm not going to change. I'm pretty sure that if I remain the same, the entire world will change around me.
So forgive my current malaise, but following the excitement and the investedness comes a feeling of "Aw fuck it, what's the fuckin' point?"
I'll be back doing what I do in a few days I should think.