I started to make movies out of spite. I had a number of exciting conversations around adapting my first novel that came to naught, and was left with an unsatisfied feeling. This idea of making a movie had been awakened in me, and then abruptly shut down. I’d never really seriously considered it before, but now the idea was a grain of sand in my brainfolds.
In 2000 or so, my friend, Terry, loaned me his MiniDV camera and I went about figuring out how to make a little short film. My main concern with making movies had been the economics — that to even experiment with the medium, you had to spend money on film stock. Without that barrier, I was free to pursue this new goal independently. And I’ve pursued it methodically over almost two decades now.
For me, it’s harder to stop something I’ve set my mind to than to keep rolling with it. It has its own momentum, bolstered by pride and habit. I’m a compulsive finisher, even in some cases where projects would have been best left unfinished. People attribute this to my self-discipline and often wish they had it. But it’s not a binary, and it’s not the solution for all problems.
In the same way that the idea of “laziness” is associated with moral weakness, self-discipline is associated with moral strength. The judgement associated with both is unhelpful. These days (inspired by the writing of Robert Bly) I like to think about things being harder or softer rather than stronger or weaker. Free of the judgement you can see that the hardness of self-discipline and the softness of laziness are both beneficial in certain circumstances.
Once you start to believe that strength is always the answer, you harden yourself to the people around you. In my teens, my mother started smoking again after having quit for two years. I refused to talk to her for two weeks. It was terrible for her, and terrible for me, and it wasn’t until I broke down — softened, really — that she decided to quit again. Hardness was not beneficial there.
I also see myself habitually going to a hard place when commitments to me have been breached. Becoming the rule-enforcer and authority figure when I could be softly probing for the underlying reasons as to why things have gone awry. The part of me that comes out in extremity here still believes that softness is weakness. I’m fearful of being taking advantage of, and it manifests as outrage.
We live in a society that privileges hardness, so I usually benefit from these tendencies and habits. But I can see times where being independent has isolated me. People assume that I don’t need help or would reject it. This has led me to a place where I am spending time reaching out and inviting people to be involved in my projects, collaborators to direct movies or agents to sell my books. This requires much more self-discipline than actually creating work.
When I’m creating work, I’m in my happy place. Many creators have fraught relationships with creation: writer’s block, hypercriticality, etc. I’m daydreaming onto the page, riffing, dancing. It’s joyful. So when I block out time to do this, I’m not forcing anything — I’m giving myself permission. I get to my designated word count and call it a day, satisfied.
When I’m looking around for help to get it out into the world, I am not joyful. I’m irritable. When I have to package my creative work into a standard format to make it palatable to a business partner like a publisher or agent, it feels like I’m demeaning it — it’s original, not standard! It’s the feeling of going somewhere cap-in-hand — it’s the feeling of being weak and needy.
So tasks that bring up unpleasant feelings require more self-discipline, require you to draw on your limited reserves of willpower. As someone who is secure in my self-discipline, I actually try not to draw on willpower reserves too heavily — I don’t feel like I have anything to prove in that way. I save my willpower for when I really need it and use mental tools most of the time.
How I have solved my business partner problem recently (and I wish I had started this earlier) is by keeping a list that I write down potential business partners as I encounter them organically over time. Then instead of googling around randomly, feeling predatory or needy, I can just start working my way down the list. This transforms something that was a bottomless task (getting help for a new project) into something quantifiable and finishable.
Another tool: I spend time finding external deadlines to anchor my goals. I find other people’s deadlines are a great immobile object to stack a schedule against. It would be possible for me to choose an arbitrary date to make progress on a project, the way it would be possible to get something up a stair with brute strength. But why not use a tool like a ramp? It’s not cheating. It’s not weak.
And recognizing your limitations is incredibly powerful. When I was in high school my terrible memory necessitated that I write things down when friends kept everything in their heads — they would roll their eyes at my endless “lists”. This weakness of memory meant I adopted a tool early and got good at it and expanded the scale of projects I could achieve, far past my peers.
But I think you have to learn and relearn the benefit of tools. I write down everything — creative ideas, tasks, goals — but it’s taken me a long time to use this tool in relation to my potential business partners, and to methodically look for help. Choosing projects is another place I have felt has to be spontaneous — like if it doesn’t come from a place entirely of passion then it’s somehow compromised.
I now try to think about choosing projects consciously, because of the experience I’ve had: I’ve promoted projects where I had to push them every inch of the way, burning willpower like crazy, and ones where a small push was enough to send it merrily on its way. I’ve yet to get to a point where I am purely analytical about it, but I’m conscious of the effort-to-impact ratio. I’m trying to focus on bringing seeds of ideas to seedlings, rather than committing to growing another full tree for my forest.
I have to remind myself that just because something is difficult to do and allows me to flex my self-discipline muscle, doesn’t mean it’s the best thing to do. And looking for ways to make things easier on myself is a worthy endeavour.
You might like to listen to The Joy of Being Wrong, a podcast where I chat with other artists in the middle of their career. The second episode is with Scott Waters, a frequent collaborator and friend and very talented illustrator and painter. We talk about self-discipline in relation to art and his time in the military.
Illustration: Scott Waters Feedback from: Bruce Sudds, Bryan DePuy, Johnny Kalangis.
This is a part of the Fallow Year Essays, reflective pieces on art and cultural production I’m writing now that I’m 20 years deep into my practice. Previous articles are about productivity and money.
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I’ve been working with a therapist which has been difficult and great and long overdue. Being a human for 41 years will mess you up dawg. Here’s part of a comic I did that maybe got too personal to post in it’s entirety–
Even that page feels like maybe too much to share– The internet is not the place to have some conversations. And as much as I’ve prided myself as being open in the past I’ve been reassessing how to approach any kind of public life.
I found an old sketchbook of mine from 1997, (I was 21) There’s a page in there I wrote after going to a comic convention. In it I was really grossed out by it. 21-year-old-snob-me wrote- how important it was to separate my work from the larger comic scene– I didn’t want to be part of it.
Maybe a better way to think of it now is not wanting to be closed off by it. I’ve devoted my working life to telling stories in comics and there’s nothing I enjoy more– but sometimes I imagine being a new reader and walking into a comic shop to look for something new or even worse looking at the online comics scene–
I finished a long overdue Inkstuds tour book from when me and Robin and Simon Roy and Shannon Lentz, travelled the globe interviewing cartoonists for the Inkstuds podcast. The book has sketches by me, Simon, Jesse Moynihan, Bryan Lee O’Malley, Jamie Hernadez, Rebecca Sugar, Lamar Abrams, Steve Wolfhard, Katie Skelly, Gary Panter, JH Williams III, Ron Rege Jr, Jordan Crane, John Pham, Sean Christensen, — and drawing I did of most of those people and more. I hope people who ordered it one hundred years ago are happy with it. —
Here’s how the front and back cover look. (there’s only 200 numbered copies)
And along the same lines I’ve been finishing up my art/sketchbook Royalboiler.
Here’s a drawing of my apartment I’m inking tonight for it. The placement of where you put sunglasses on a pear really says a lot about what kind of cool pear it is.
I’ve also been working on my next comic, a 1920’s style flapper science fiction called Rain like hammers.
It isn’t on a release schedule yet, I’m just drawing issues until I have enough done for it to go to print without a worry of missed deadlines.
Also I did a bio picture for my GF Alejandra’s new book ROMPE CORAZON
Here’s the cover Alejandra did for herrrr book:
She’s selling it (with her limited to 50 copies run) at the Boise comics art festival, that my pal Simon did the poster for. ( I will be at home drawing more pages)
Here’s a recent sketchbook page I did inbetween pages
the lady on the lower right was a redraw from a girl’s manga ad.
and here’s some other uncolored sketchbook pages
The above drawing from a Jean Paul Gaultier fall 2001 oootfit
I finished the Nabokov book I was reading and started a PG Wodehouse
I liked Sebastian Knight, it’s a slow introspective thing about the half brother of a dead author looking to understand the years of his brother’s life. In it another writer has written a not so great and fairly false biography of the dead author– so it gives you the false rumours and then the real version he discovers through more research. It’s funny how much the text on the back of the book oversells it as “His search proves to be as intriguing as any of his subject’s own novels” — I enjoyed how real and unspectacular it all was.
One of the best parts of the book is when Nabokov describes the fictional books the dead author has written. In one of them all of the characters are narrative devices and in another one an entire book’s tone is set along the slow death of a bedridden man- as his organs shut down. — The kind of stuff that feels easier and maybe more exciting to read about and harder or maybe less fun to actually read or make.
I also read the recently passed Jiro Taniguchi’s The walking man.
Some of the chapters are him carying home a shade on a hot day, or him getting caught in a heavy rain and then going home to take a bath. It seems strange how rare it seems in comics stories that reflect what real life is like are– without any fantastical element.
In this one he’s swimming naked in an outdoor pool and then walks home carying his shoes.
I often think about how showing someone in a story eating or going to the bathroom grounds the work, it shows the reader the fictional characters they’re being asked to relate to doing normal things that everyone does.
I feel like most stories could use a little Walking man– like it’s a pure comic element of normal city life.
I also read Frederik Peeters and Loo Hui Phang’s Smell of Starving boys.
Peeters is by far one of my favorite European cartoonists working today. His Aama and Pachyderme are both amazing. and when he’s not writing his own work he seems to pick his collaborators well– I liked Sandcastle — that he did with writer, Pierre Oscar Lévy.
I love the colors in this book– and the western mystery with a main being gay or bisexual or whatnot isn’t something I haven’t seen a lot of in a magical realism old westery comic book.