Posts Tagged ‘dreams’

Fangirly Goodness

So Lauren Weinstien, the creator of “Girl Stories” and a bunch of other awesomeness, came into my class yesterday essentially as a sub. Again, awesomeness. I stayed afterwards with another classmate and we all got to talking about the comics industry, self-publishing, expos, and autobiographical work. Lauren agreed with me that the independent graphic novel industry seems somewhat dominated by autobiographical stories, something she called “whiny white people stories” I think…

I’ve been wanting to do some autobiographical work for awhile, but I’ve felt hung up on that because, well, I’ve had a very normal, well-adjusted life free of traumas. If you look through the graphic novels featuring autobiographical stories, especially ones written by women, they’re twisted– child molestation, preteen drug use, tragedy, and fundamentally dysfunctional families are the norm. It’s incredibly hard for me to relate to these things because, well, I’ve had a pretty good life so far. Who knows, if I did autobio stuff then it might stick out of the market because it would be so DIFFERENT from all that: happy childhood, great time in high school, loving parents…my dog got hit by a car when I was in 4th grade, does that count as soul-crushing gripping tragedy? Anyone? Anyone? Beuller?

Oh, and why did I call this “Fangirly Goodness”? I asked for my first autograph.\"Keep doing geeky sci-fi\"!

In completely unrelated news, I dreamed I was making out with Jason Statham last night. OK, technically he was giving me CPR after I passed out due to a too-tight necklace, but you’d better believe I milked it for all it was worth!

Man, my dream-self is a HO.

Chance to Breathe

Wow wow wow. I have to say that life is going pretty awesomely for me right now (except for the fact that I  fell down the stairs of my building this afternoon and royally bruised up my back). I’ve submitted everything for the senior non-thesis show, so all my anxiety etc over that is gone, and not a moment too soon, either, since I was having dreams about being killed in a variety of ways: lethal injection, watching people I know get executed by firing squad, going on death marches, being interned at Auschwitz- and one in which my teeth were bashed out with a pipe. I figure that if a dream in which you lose  your teeth means you’re anxious, dreaming you’re getting them bashed in with a pipe means you’re REALLY anxious.

Man, and I wonder why my work turns out so morbid.

Paracinema’s issue 2 looks really awesome and I am so happy about it. If you want a copy, go to www.paracinema.net and order one there, or find out where it’s being sold in ‘real’ stores. People seem to really be responding well to the cover and again, I’m really happy and proud over it. Dylan and Christine, the editors, are off to Fear Fest in Dallas over the next couple of days and were kind enough to bring along some of my promotional hoo-ha. I’ve even possibly gotten a pretty big commission due to the cover– nothing’s final so I don’t want to say a lot, but I’m really psyched and optimistic about how my life seems to be going at the moment.

As long as it isn’t going down the stairs wrong-side up again. Jeez Laweez that hurt.

Where the Buffalo Roam

Woke up from a dream this morning in which giant killer bison from outer space had landed on Earth and were attacking everyone in their insatiable quest for processed cheese. My parents loaded up our car with our possessions and our dogs, desperately driving to outrun the bison and crashing through minimarts in search of vittles to sustain us. But no cheese! For God’s sake, man, throw out that unsealed bag of Munster slices!

Tylenol Simply Sleep is a marvelous, marvelous drug.