Since it all began in June of 2008, this blog has been many things: a place to vent, an archive for commentary on television and comic books, the occasional crafting tutorial, advertisement for my various entrepreneurial enterprises, and a chronicle of my ongoing war with the responsibilities of adulthood.
There’s been a recent resurgence on the topic of the importance of paying artists for what they produce – but more importantly, changing the cultural consciousness until this is not some sort of far-out, radical concept.
It’s incredibly easy to become frustrated, even disillusioned, with the life of a creative type. I do all the time. It frequently – for lack of a better word – sucks. Oh, sure, there’s the glamour of alcoholism and starvation to fall back on, but it’s really hard to be a starving artist when there are Hot Pockets in the freezer. (I suppose one solution would be to stop buying Hot Pockets, but I for one don’t want to live in a world without portable calzones.)