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Taking Comics Seriously

by Caley Tibbittz Collopy

What does it mean to take comics in general, and one's own comic, seriously? For me, it starts with saying things like "one's own comic", which makes me sound like a well-educated butler. And it means treating Eternal Knights like a job -- long before it makes any real money. While it's costing me money. And time. Time I could use for a day job's larger short term paycheckery. And it's hard.

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So hard.

And you have to say things like "I'm an artist" and "I write and draw a webcomic" and "I have many readers who cannot wait until the next page drops, yo", no matter how only vaguely true any of this is in the baby giraffe finding its walking legs days. You have to say it to strangers. You have to ignore your day job. Your day job is mere survival, but if you're serious about funnybooks, your day job ain't what you do.

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(When I can finally quit, I'm gonna have a Scottish day --
wherein one answers all calls received
with a thick Scottish accent.)

Despite my rent and electricity payments being derived not from EK but from uncountable hours of spelling names like "John" and "James" back to callers who clearly think I've bumped my head several somewheres, my comic has managed to keep updating -- like a lingering sporadic hiccup on the one hand...

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...and yet, despite chronic mild lung infections and the like, relatively steadily on the other.

I have a wife with intermittently severe depression issues and who suffers from cerebral palsy which prevents her from doing such simple things as enunciating clearly enough to say things like "z", and from balancing on her own legs. Sometimes I think I'm getting a relaxing Sunday... and then my mom calls and asks me to watch my sister, who has MS and needs a lot of assistance.

And I sigh and in my head and sometimes out loud too and often say "Yes."

My call center day job keeps getting tweaked to be harder and harder, the demand of ready-to-talk-time raised higher and higher until every shift means a sore throat the next day. I'm usually exhausted, and often bleary-eyed from missed sleep. It would be so bloody easy to give up, but I don't.

Because I'm Jesus.

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...or was that just a cool dream I had?

...regardless of whether or not I'm Jesus (and there's strong evidence either way), comics are important to me, and I treat them that way. I have to draw. I even say "have to", as in "Pardon me, wife -- I have to go draw now." And "I can't do X, mom, because I have to draw."

I have to draw.

I've always loved it, and I've spent my young adult life through now honing the craft to the point where I think my pages are really worth looking at. I have to write, too. The worlds just won't stop colliding and taking shape in my head. I call myself and artist and a writer and a comic book creator. That's not what pays the bulk of my anything yet (though I am getting a decent if sporadic page rate on a side project). But that's who I am. That's what I do.


...I ripped that last bit off from the Kung Fu: The Legend Continues opener. :D

Fishcakes for all,
-Caley Tibbittz

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