Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Retirement

So, I'm retiring from comics, after deciding I don't have the resources, the support, the energy, the space, the peace of mind, or the time to continue producing comics. You should see my room, it's like something out of Harry Potter. It's a 15 x 20 shithole, and the floor is covered in clutter and crumbs, hence making it not very  conducive for creative activity. I have other creative activity I'll probably pursue for a living. But rest assured it won't be webcomics or regular comics. Too unstable. Too much competition. But mostly this story has to do with surviving parental abuse from 63 year old stubborn ass face pharmacists who think they're god's gift to humanity.

While there are chances I could come out of retirement, it's looking pretty doubtful that could happen. It mostly has to do with money and support and their not being enough of here. Certainly not enough for me to do it for the rest of my life.

And with that,

I am

J.M. Matthews

p.s. - Now hold on a minute, children, this could all be me getting overburdened with emotions, stress, abuse, and the pressure of running one of the 10 most popular webcomics online today (if imitation mimicry from my peers is any indicator, to say the least). Maybe my audience and fans will get lucky and will find out I'm coming out of retirement 6 months later, because the pressure of running one of the most popular webcomics in the world relented. Also I'm considering giving my storyline an ending and making the storyline finite, as that seems to be how all indie comics operate: on a limited bases, to prevent their creator from blowing his brains out because of all that bullshit. 

Friday, November 11, 2016

Poverty Times

Lotta bad stupid insane shit has been happening between now (Year end 2016) and midway 2015. But I prefer not to bring up my rendition of it publicly if given a choice, because a part of me doesn't want the market or public or reporters and the press no how bad it really is for some of it. They'd flip out (maybe destructively if they knew the truth). So I keep it to myself. Trump and CN's 2015-2016 lineup's horribleness only scratches the surface of this situation. I'll get back to doing my job on my comic and fiction writing when 1) I have a significant amount more quiet and stress free moments in my life, and am not forced to deal with other people's aggression, and selfishness, and 2) I find a work procedure that works, and I'm not just flinging my own shit at a wall 98% of the time. 

Seriously though, I have the drawings done. I really do, well, at least hundreds of rough panel piece I do. Nowadays, it's more of a matter of trying to scan and edit them into panels and comics pages, and adding words where necessary. It's more of a matter of editing than creating half the time, even though I'll do more creating in the future, too. I'm turning 33 in 6 days, and I will probably be drawing comics and writing books and stories well into my 40s, 50s, and 60s if I live that long (I'm getting there in one sense.). After all, I'm kind of a nobody in the publishing industry's eyes and I've got nothing better to do.

Comic Fury Blog: http://mono.webcomic.ws/blog/

Thursday, November 3, 2016

My God I'm Tired....Chronic Fatigue

I have a medical condition that's known to physicians as "Chronic Fatigue", meaning people tend to think you're incredibly "lazy" and avoid work when that isn't the case. It just means it's tough to do a lot of mental and physical exertion without feeling profound exhaustion. I feel strongly jealous of artist who are the same age as me who don't suffer from exhaustion, tiredness, and fatigue the way I do.

At times I can't even draw more than one small object on a page without feeling worn out. It sucks.