Fighting Through The Pain

I kid you not!

I was at a Wedding last Saturday, and had to go to work early the following day, and don't seem to be able to recover. My head hurts, and my back aches. I must be getting old.

However, today I went and met up with my old college tutor who is interested in me helping them with their new Graphic Novels Illustration Degree, and possibly also interested in exhibiting at our Comics Show in October, so the pain had to be ignored.

It was great to see her again. We had a few fall outs while I was in college, but I always had a deep respect for her. Unlike me, she's not aged a day since I left college in 1995, and I couldn't help but feel envious of her apparent lack of physical degeneration.

It seems the new North Wales School Of Art based in Wrexham will be an invaluable learning centre for new comic artists and illustrators, and hopefully I'll get a chance to play a small part in helping the students both find work and publish their own books.

Despite my good mood, the journey home was a pure test of endurance. I really need to get some sleep.

My New Dilemma

It seems that about 6 months ago in a moment of drunken abandon I very foolishly filled in an online application form for the X Factor TV programme, and today I received a letter inviting me to an audition in Birmingham on - get this - my birthday.

Now I was planning a good night out with my friends to celebrate my 35th birthday on the night before and I really don't want to cancel that. I have considered not going to the audition, as all that type of music really isn't my bag, and I feel a bit of a sham for going.

However, I can't help but see it being on my birthday as a good omen. Surely I must go? My family think I would be mad to miss out on such an opportunity. I guess I'll decide nearer the time.

What will I sing? Do I still have the voice to stop it being a total embarressment? I certainly don't have the looks anymore.

Whatever happens, my 35th is sure to be an interesting birthday.

The First Day of The Rest Of My Life...

Christ! How corny is that!!!??

But yet.. very true.

I guess the title of this blog is a little egotistical, but those who know me will also know that it is created with tongue firmly in cheek.

I'm up at 1.43am once again, working on my website, when I should be sleeping. Tomorrow I face yet another 10 hour day at my day job, trying my best to stay awake while fighting of the chronic boredom brought on when one has to count colonies of micro organisms growing on a petri dish.

Why do I put myself through all this? Well the reason is that there's no money in publishing comics. There's also no money in distributing other people's comics, and there's no money in Organising and running comic shows.

Unfortunatley these "hobbies" take up around 25 hours a week of my time, so I need to have a "proper job", as my Dad refers to it, to pay bills and basically be in a position to do the things I love.

Does this sound familiar to anyone else out there?

So when people mention my so called plans at world domination via my little comics distrubution business, or the "Scar Comics Publishing Empire" I can't help but see the funny side.

I do have other blogs to talk about comics and stuff, but this blog is more about me. (So will more than likley also mention comics as well as music, politics, art, things that I love and things that annoy me)

It's self indulgent and an opportunity for me to rant and moan. So if that's not what you want to read, I suggest you go somewhere else like www.smallzone.co.uk or www.thecomicsshow.co.uk, or even www.scarcomics.com and stay there.

cheers,

Chebbo