Drawing

Last night, I finished another melancholy comic and started work on a guest comic for Jack of All Blades. About an hour into the guest comic, I realized just how much I love to draw. Although I enjoy writing, it just doesn't convey the same emotions that a quick sketch can.

As I draw, I can doodle out a goofy-looking face and laugh about how ridiculous it looks, but if I try to type a goofy sentence or paragraph, it just makes me sad trying to go back and read through it.

I'm slowly getting better at my art, and I can tell that I've made huge improvements in my speed and style since I've started; however, it seems that my writing has gone the opposite direction. I don't have as many good ideas now, and it is truly hard to sit down to my computer and make myself write.

I'm not worried that I'm losing my touch or I'm going to only do cartoons, but the longer I work with drawing and modeling packages at work, the more I feel that I chose the wrong major. Computer programming is still something that I enjoy (especially web-based systems), but I have had a lot of fun with the more visually creative tasks I've been set to.

Of course, I'll continue to write, both here at I, Revolutionary! and in my new journal, but I never want to force myself to do it. I want to write because I really enjoy it—not because I "have to."