This
comic is the primary reason my art suffocated for nearly three months. It seems like when I write myself into a corner, despite confidence in subsequent plot, my immediate motivation dies. Other personal things do play in, and this time they had really brought me down. Everyone has rotten periods of time, but subjecting myself this kind of stagnation hurts. The mantra "draw every day" is to me such a powerful one, because it purveys such potential. I can't imagine a more effective way to improve than pushing toward an ultimate 10,000 hours of practice and experience. To thereafter completely deconstruct that head of steam with anxiety or procrastination, there's nothing more self-defeating. I think once you've put in the effort, you can afford the luxury of time and produce good work, because now you know how to do it with planning. But before then (especially for me), I feel quantity begets quality.
Sloppily segueing into someone who has swapped quantity for quality (not in the most drastic sense, mind you); Kristopher Straub, since putting the kibosh on his formerly daily feature,
Starslip, has now been working on a new strip called
Broodhollow (M-W-F). I wanted to note this because Straub mentions this new comic is working more toward a book and less a perpetually updating rigmarole. It's a fond read, and I'm really looking forward to where he takes it.
Unrelated thought: Working for Verizon, I've been pouring over phones for the past few months. At this point, I'm really excited for the Galaxy Note II. That stylus has wacom tech in it... and that gets me antsy to try it hands on. Gonna eyeball some Black Friday deals and see if I can selfish my way into a new phone. Swapping from iPhone 3GS. It's probably about time.