Giving the Doodle-bug Carte Blanche

To toon, or not to toon, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler to sit on my dead ass behind a cash register for the rest of my life, ever wondering, what could have been, what would have been, had I run with that box of crayolas that started me on the toonage path, or, to just blaze a trail to cartooning heaven? VT4, on a trilobyte, or troglodyte, or a something-like-that-hard-drive, with RAM in gigabytes, and all the Pixar effects I can dream up, all at my fingertips! Gee, let me think...
It appears, that I will be going to Nashville. You know, following my dreams, and all that.
Ever since I was old enough to appreciate all the activity in an animated short, I've dreamed of being the creator. Not like in God per say, more like Walt Disney, Hanna-Barbara, or the physicist that created Beavis and Butthead. I dig the idea of being able to imagine it, slather it down on paper (anything will do in a pinch), and watch it come out of my daughters humongous screened TV. My very own life-size, techni-color world where everything is possible and insanity is probable.

I do love my store, don't get me wrong, It's just that I never remember dreaming of being a merchant someday. It's something that just evolved out of need. The need to be doing something monetarily satisfying. I have been going through all the motions, slowly building something out of nothing. Yet still, I sneak time in for my cartoons and writing about dribble, because that's what I was born to do. Unfortunately, it hasn't made me any denaros to speak of, therefore it has been a hobby and not a livelihood. All that is about to change.

Most people walk around dreaming of being a reincarnate of some famous person, or becoming well known for their own deeds in this incarnation,something with fifteen plus minutes of fame attached to it. I don't know who I might of been, or if I ever was prior to now. What I do know is that my one thing I do great is to totally make fun of....everything. It didn't win me any Brownie points, especially in the less creative fields I was required to do time in during college, yet it keeps leaking out of me. It's where I come from, who I am, and where I'm going. All that matters, is that I create; Anything that will coax a smile, an untimely blush, or cause the urinary tract to malfunction. Once that happens, I know I have done my job right. You can have the spotlight. I am perfectly content to change the world, one smile at a time.
1/23/2007 9:51 PM
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