Monday, November 06, 2000
I’m not sure I want to be a teacher anymore.
I mean, it all sounds nice and everything, but I
just realized how looked down upon they are and how nerdy
they are and how much is expected of them, and how I am not
really all that enthusiastic about it.
I mean, there’s a lot of people in my TE classes
that want this, they need this. I don’t really care either
way. I think it’ll be easy.
I think I might want to be a writer again, maybe an
artist. Maybe a comic book guy. My hero is Dave Sim (I
think I just figured that out just now), and most people
want to be just like their heroes. I am kind of done with
my idea about a long-running comic, just like Cerebus, and
I want to put it into action. The problem with Cerebus is
that it is all in rough draft form. The great writers of
the world put their work through numerous drafts in order
to get it just right (look at Walt Whitman), and I think
that is what I want to do. I want to get it all done,
write it all, revise it all, and then when I’m done
revising, and it is almost the way that I want it, I’ll sit
down to put it in comic form. The actual drawing and
publishing of it will be in the editing stage.
That will take a long time though.
It might get boring too, after a while. I mean, if
I write it all, and then draw it all, one of the parts of
my brain is gonna get bored.
Plus if I want this to somehow be my ‘legacy,’ then
I’ll have to do some other writing first in order to get
good at dialogue and shit like that.
Goddam. If I go through this, it is gonna take
I’m not sure if I can handle another huge
commitment like that (I’m almost done with school and my
other commitment is Lindsay). I want to, I just don’t know
if I can.