Put Up or Shut Up
You know, it’s been months since I posted the first penciled page for The Victory Streak #1. Not even a finished page. Just one incomplete page.
At the age of 36, it’s time to recognize that I don’t have an infinite number of tomorrows to serve as repositories for all the things I want to avoid doing today. If I want to bring to life my life’s dream of writing, drawing, and publishing the chronicles of The Victory Streak from start to finish (and yes, there is an extended story that I want to tell with a definite ending), then I need to get cracking!
So I have decided to expose myself to possible embarrassment and ridicule by declaring to the world that no later than 12:00 AM EST on Monday, December 11th, I will have posted the second penciled page of the first issue of The Victory Streak.
For those of you who need to be hit over the head with it: that means you’re supposed to embarrass and ridicule me if I don’t come through. I expect it won’t be hard to find volunteers for that duty. 
December 8th, 2006 at 2:45 am
Can I supply the eggs and half-rotted tomatoes?
And just to give you some perspective, here, my magnum opus, unlike most of my stuff which averaged being written in a month, I started in November of my junior year of high school. I got out in ‘90. So don’t feel too bad.
December 8th, 2006 at 5:53 am
Hey, I’m not going to be throwing any stones here. I started my first novel in January. I figured that I should at least try one. I had some good luck with some stuff getting published in the college published stuff way back when, I had just passed my 35th birthday and I constantly have stories and ideas rattling around inside my head. Well, I just passed my 36th birthday this November and my novel is up to about 56 pages of first draft work. Hand written. On a yellow legal notepad. With lots of stuff crossed out. It’s likely, at best, 25 to 30 pages when corrected and typed properly. I have one hell of an outline finished though.
I just keep finding other things like firing range time, news watching, playing Smackdown VS Raw on the PS2 and blogs to eat my time up. Compared to my work rate, you’re killing yourself to get your stuff done.
Sigh. I really need to buckle down myself.
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December 8th, 2006 at 3:56 pm
You guys are just not getting it, are you? I’m calling myself out — and asking for your “help” in doing so because I believe that will provide me with some of the motivation I need.
Writing and drawing comics has been a dream of mine since I was a young lad. In fact, it was my dearest dream. In terms of a career, it was my ONLY dream. For a myriad of reasons I’d rather not divulge (everyone’s entitled to a private life, even a self-revelatory blogger like me) I allowed myself to get distracted. That cost me. I have learned that I am capable of being truly happy only when I am working full speed ahead on my comic. Seriously.
By the way, I wish you and Sean the best of luck with your creative endeavors and if you’re ever of a mind to send me some of your writing I’d love to read it.
December 8th, 2006 at 7:03 pm
yoo keep repeeting yurself and saying yoo r going too get too wurk but yoo dont. Yoo r lazee. I noe, i see yoo doing housewurk and stuff insted of yor book. Yor storee iznt that gud anyway, there r no kats.
December 9th, 2006 at 12:33 am
Okay, Bill, two days to go. Ignore the damn cat. Ain’t nothing wrong with housework, either, as long as you still think of the story while you’re doing it. A diversion can be very refreshing, just make sure you have your priorities straight. Looking forward to what you’re gonna show us.
December 11th, 2006 at 3:10 pm
Two hours, Bill. You’ve got two hours until the zingers and not-nice things can be let slip like the dogs of war. Don’t prove Katie right, my friend.