I've been working non-stop on a comic strip feature I hope to send off to the syndicates. It's a form of inflecting hell on myself that I go through every so many years. Like a drug addict that can't resist blowing insanity up his nose.
I so love collecting rejection slips. It's comforting to know that after all the work I pour into these things that someone takes the time to tell me, "Hell no we can't use this sh*#!". It's also a challenge to continue to send off more crap, to collect yet more rejection slips. And thus the cycle continues. It's a weird way of reaffirming who I am.
George W. Bush may be the most well known rejected person in America today but at times like these I feel he has nothing on me. :O/
