"This is the part of my Fantasy where I Kill You."
It's Saturday, Cats and Kittens, so that means it's MONSTER KING Time! Once again, we've got three pages up for your viewing pleasure, namely Pages 11-13. You can view them at www.torcpress.com/monsterking.html. After some comments/complaints on how I ran Monster King previously, I am going to Post Issue 2 in its Entirety this time. We'll see how that goes. Basically, I'll serialize the entire book, then leave it up for a week in its entirety, then leave it up for an additional week where I'll put up Page 1 of Issue 3, then I'll take Issue 2 down the next week. Like I said, we'll see how that goes. Of course, the best way to keep up is just to swing by www.torcpress.com once a week to check out the new pages. It's more fun than Facebook (which is not a very bold statement for me to say, cause I hate Facebook more than just about anything).
I've been thinking about stuff a lot lately. I had a strange, wishy-washy, ramble of a blog just before the New Year, where I was trying to figure out...everything, really. I still haven't really figured anything out, to tell the truth. There's a lot about my life that's swell, that I'm fine with, that's great. And there's a lot of crap that sucks. But the question I find myself confronting is this: Does the stuff that sucks in my life suck because it really sucks, or does it suck because I want it to suck? Am I wasting away in a Desert alone, or am I just standing in a lush, green lawn staring at my neighbor's lawn and going "I wish I had their lawn". (And, for the record, I'm speaking metaphorically here. Anyone who knows me knows I could give less than a crap about my lawn) What do I really want out of life? I mean, really, actually, truly want.
The answer is simple, really. My name is Joseph Morris. I make comics, and I eat tacos. Everything else is a ridiculous illusion conjured up by my psychotic mind. So, let's focus on that, and let God and/or the Universe deal with everything else. So:
1. I eat tacos. That one's easy. Got that one covered.
2. I say that I'm the Bizarre Human Comix Machine. That's not an idle boast. I produced 18 Comics last year. This year, I intend to top that. I, Joseph Morris, the Bizarre Human Comix Machine will produce 24 Comix this Year or Die Trying. Simple as that. And that's NOT counting Reprints or Trade Paperbacks of reprinted material. And I'm not gonna go farting out a bunch of crap either. Yeah, not everything's gonna be the greatest thing since sliced bread, and not every comic's gonna be a home run. But as long as I can keep up the quality of, say, HFSAC 9-11, on a regular basis, then I'm not gonna have anything to be ashamed of.
Anyway, that's the plan: 24 Comic Books in 2011. Because I can.
(Side Note: I'm already ahead by 2, and it's only January)
3. Inner Peace. That'll be tough, considering that I'm still adapting to that whole, I don't go to Church anymore, thing. I'm lonely a lot. I work a day job that takes a pretty rough toll on me, physically and mentally. I've got pretty serious self esteem issues. How do I fix it?
Dunno yet. I've got some ideas. Just gotta keep tinkering with it. I'll either figure it out or fall apart. What else is new, right?
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