It reminded me of my Nova Crow work from years ago, so I favorited it and sent my kudos to the artist. She replied to tell me that she religiously followed my comics back in the day. Small world, right?
This keeps happening. I keep running into readers the older I get. And it’s bittersweet. On the one hand, I have friends wherever I go, I’m never alone, and I am only just beginning to realize the impact I made on other womens’ lives. But on the other hand, it reminds me of how much I gave up when I changed career paths, and I feel guilty for that, like I failed.
I miss drawing, and I miss my readers. I feel sometimes like a washed up child actor.
I’m still drawing, still writing, but I accept that I will probably never return to what I once was. Comics are for fun now, not for money. But that means I have less time for them.
All right, end of angstiness!