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Identity Crisis?

So school is going to be out in a little over a week, and I'll be graduating in a little over three. It's weird, thinking that after all these years, I'll actually go from being a college dropout to officially being a college graduate. When I first started this latest chapter it looked as though I would be here forever, even if it was for only a year and a half. And now, here I am, closing out that chapter, unsure about what the next one will be, and I'm even starting to question who I really am as an artist.

I know I'm a graphic designer. That's not in doubt. I don't mind selling out my talents to feed my family, even if it does mean putting my other pursuits on the back burner for a while. But is that worth it all the time?

Before college I'd been dabbling in a bit of comic book writing. I'd done other writing before, screenwriting, prose, etc, but I'd sort of found my niche writing comics, since I'd make some great friends in the indy scene. I have two things to thank for that, of course - The Lord and the Internet. I didn't do a lot of comic scripting, but what I did do, I enjoyed, and I was trying to steadily create even if it never got published. My last comic was finished two years ago.

Two years.

And I haven't written anything since.

I'm not sure if I should go out with that comic (it was good, not great, but good) or write more. Right now I feel kind of tapped out. Did college kill my creativity?

So just like the chapter of my life that was college, is the chapter of my career as a writer over? I'd hope not, but it's quite possible.

And I honestly think that'd be a shame.

Comments

Joey Endres said…
Jer- why close doors when we work so hard to open them? If you want to write, let's write something bro!!!

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