My struggle with the Publishing World resulted in meeting some redundant archetypes.
If there's any publisher that may come to this website this week, let's wish him/her to have a nice sense of humour. Otherwise my career as a comic artist is done for.
So why doing this in the first place? Well. That's the first question that thwarts any attempt for having fun. Not the "jumping-down-a-cliff-to-see-what-will-happen" kind of fun, but close enough. But if I have to answer that, I just wanted to show the peculiarity of the people living in that strange world of Publishers from an outside point of view.
Many says the most strange people in the world are computer engineers or liberal artists. Because it seems, to the eyes of a mere mortal, that they see reality in such an illogical way it baffles from all the outright craziness. For my concern, it's just average. It's still consistent and we can detect patterns that can lead to understanding.
But the Publishing World is... well... lacking so much of any craziness it folds around to randomness. Predictable, yet paradoxal. It's a world where we don't know what we want, but we know what we don't want and it's what the outsiders want, thus becomes something we would want because it's something that we don't want, but we will get what we don't want by giving what we want in the first place. Or something like that. It's hard to explain. I even tried to make a flowchart, but always ended up summoning a Great Old One, partly resulting to the recent events in Haïti. Mea Culpa.
There's no word that can describe my feeling. And even if they existed, I don't think I have the proper organs, muscles or understanding to pronounce them without fallling comatose and twitching in my own puke.
Well. Okay. There's some exagerations. But the traits of a typical publisher can be sometimes so subtle it needs some emphasis to pinpoint the issue.
If there's any publisher that may come to this website this week, let's wish him/her to have a nice sense of humour. Otherwise my career as a comic artist is done for.
So why doing this in the first place? Well. That's the first question that thwarts any attempt for having fun. Not the "jumping-down-a-cliff-to-see-what-will-happen" kind of fun, but close enough. But if I have to answer that, I just wanted to show the peculiarity of the people living in that strange world of Publishers from an outside point of view.
Many says the most strange people in the world are computer engineers or liberal artists. Because it seems, to the eyes of a mere mortal, that they see reality in such an illogical way it baffles from all the outright craziness. For my concern, it's just average. It's still consistent and we can detect patterns that can lead to understanding.
But the Publishing World is... well... lacking so much of any craziness it folds around to randomness. Predictable, yet paradoxal. It's a world where we don't know what we want, but we know what we don't want and it's what the outsiders want, thus becomes something we would want because it's something that we don't want, but we will get what we don't want by giving what we want in the first place. Or something like that. It's hard to explain. I even tried to make a flowchart, but always ended up summoning a Great Old One, partly resulting to the recent events in Haïti. Mea Culpa.
There's no word that can describe my feeling. And even if they existed, I don't think I have the proper organs, muscles or understanding to pronounce them without fallling comatose and twitching in my own puke.
Well. Okay. There's some exagerations. But the traits of a typical publisher can be sometimes so subtle it needs some emphasis to pinpoint the issue.
I dreamt I was playing Metroid Prime Echoes and discovered that nice fellow as a secret boss. Cool huh?
I think I'm playing to much.
Once I was the General leader of a group of men (probably the Galactic Federation or something) fighting Metroids lurking in a basement of a big mall in the Alps. Don't ask. After a debriefing I just sent them down to begin eradication. However immediately after the last one left a thought came to me: "Huh... Wait a second. The only way to get away from the grasp of a Metroid is to Morph into a Ball and set a bomb to stun them. But the only one who has the Morph Ball technology is Samus. .................Ooops." Unsurprisingly nobody came back.
This shows I'm not fit to be a leader.
I think I'm playing to much.
Once I was the General leader of a group of men (probably the Galactic Federation or something) fighting Metroids lurking in a basement of a big mall in the Alps. Don't ask. After a debriefing I just sent them down to begin eradication. However immediately after the last one left a thought came to me: "Huh... Wait a second. The only way to get away from the grasp of a Metroid is to Morph into a Ball and set a bomb to stun them. But the only one who has the Morph Ball technology is Samus. .................Ooops." Unsurprisingly nobody came back.
This shows I'm not fit to be a leader.
Charity is good for the mind during a short moment, but only ends up slowing down an impending fatality.
! WARNING !
Excessive sense of guilt may lead to loss of confidence and unreasonable actions that can lead to religious solutions.
This was a rather difficult comic to unfold.
! WARNING !
Excessive sense of guilt may lead to loss of confidence and unreasonable actions that can lead to religious solutions.
This was a rather difficult comic to unfold.
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