Just sit right back and I'll tell a tale,
a Tale of a man insane,
that started on this comic voyage
aboard his stubborn brain.
The year was 1996, I'm one year out of High School and I'm making art. I go to graphic designs (which was a joke) and I go to creative writing (which was less a joke) and I decide collage isn't for me. Because for me, in this year, I decided I wanted to...
"Make a living, however modest, drawing comics."
My major obstacle has always been my bad bad business sense. I'm not good at making even a little money. My low self esteem didn't help, either, but every artist seems to start with that. You should know what I'm talking about. "My stuff isn't good enough to sell." Ugh.
I originally thought I'd make comics the old fashioned way, with brush and pen and special paper and all that. Then I read "Understanding Comics" by Scott McCloud and my mind opened. I realized as long as I told a story and focused on characters, it didn't matter what it was written on. I could print it out somehow and sell it directly. I could draw in pencil, scan it into an old cracked copy of Photoshop 6.0, and use my track/ball mouse to ink. (yes, I really did that)
Natch Evil began as a girl named Saffron kept falling in love with men and murdering them, then lamenting their passing. I was angsty, what can I say? I wrote a 3 page comic about coming to terms with murdering the ones you love, but meh. I wasn't feeling it. For one it was too dark.
So, kind of inspired by Johnny the Homicidal Maniac (by Jhonen Vasquez) I started over with Saffron moving into a town, Springhill Oklahoma. This town became something of a running joke with fans. I based the town completely on my home town and all the character I would run into in my daily life.
The first comic was on Jan 1st, 2003 posted on a rushed HTML code on Geocities. It would continue for 11 years.
Here's a rabbit hole: Linky
1084 strips, not including hidden comics around the website, commissioned comics in the forum, guest comics for other sites, and branching story lines like Rise of the Painful Moon, Worlsend Gate, or KNOT in the Red. Also not included is three issues of Rats Eating Rats and three (3) Novels about Annalow: Mandra's world. (NaNoWriMo was fun)
(Side note: Someone wrote a TV Tropes page on the comic, too. Weird.)
In the time I drew my comic, I gathered about 20 or so die-hard fans who languished with me in obscurity. I've seen my friends grow together and apart. We streamed movies and watched the first 70 episodes of Dark Shadows together. We've seen all the Puppet Master and Hallraise films. We've sung to each other over skype and some of us got married. Hell, I married one of my fans and could not be happier.
But the comic... Natch Evil has problems.
I was young and really dumb.
To start with, Saffron is a classic Mary Sue, and I didn't really see it until WAY late in the comic. There's also no consistency of story. Sometimes the story jumps to another project I wanted to work on, but wouldn't finish. Sometimes I would start a Saff story and that would dead-end, too. I have NO idea why my fans were sticking with me, but I kind of understand why Natch stayed forever in obscurity.
Eventually, in 2014, Project Wonderful pulled their ads from my website. The comic never made enough money to even pay for itself, but when advertisers said "Free" is a waste of resources, I took it as a sign. This wasn't working and I wasn't achieving my dream. I tearfully shut it down, doing one last comic. I included some quotes and farewells from my precious Natchians, the die hard fans who most of which were there from the very beginning.
I cried.
I nearly killed myself.
And I put down my tablet pen for a long long time.
But I can't stop thinking, you see? I had to make something else. I called it my "Suicide Mission to make my dreams come true." Whatever it was, stories would penetrate my foggy brain. I really did just want to draw. That's all I ever want to do, is draw.
So, I gathered some friends together and we did Worlsend Gate, a Radio show. Woof. Not bad, but not great. I had been doing Let's Plays for a while so was more used to Youtube than any podcast method. It got some hits. I included a comic, of course: Linky
I also followed up the Natch story with Painful Moon (un-linked because it's naughty) which was me trying to make sexy comics. Learned a lot more about anatomy in that one, but I'm terrible at porn. Also, I just couldn't push the story anymore. It was suffering from the same problems as Natch Evil.
Time passed and I was frequently dropping into depression. I wasn't working. I wasn't drawing. I felt useless. I still kind of do. Somehow, my wife stayed with me. No clue why.
So, that was a dark time.
Eventually, I found Tapastic (now Tapas) and I said, okay. Let's try this again. New story, new world.
In March of 2015, I posed the first page of Scarlet Acres. I obsessed over the world and kept a journal of some RPG I was planing for it. It wasn't a new system, but it was kind of like... I don't know. Nightmare Before Christmas meets Wild Arms RPG with some Lovecraft thrown in for good measure. It was one of those stories that bubbles in your brain like a pimple and you just need to pop it.
At this time I developed a horrible fear that everything I start would never finish. There were a lot of Let's Plays like that. Games begun, but never won. I was terrified that I wouldn't finish Scarlet Acres, but I fought on anyway. Finished the first issue, at least.
Then I stopped drawing again.
I got a job. I made money. I made friends. I talked to a lot of interesting people. I moved across country, returning to Springhill, my old town. And here I am.
So, this finally leads to Jackie Welldrop. The goal of this comic is...
To finish this comic.
I no longer care if it's good. I don't care if it takes another month or years. Just FINISH IT! I laid down the ground work for a mystery inspired by Marble Hornets and Everyman Hybrid, but the story wouldn't take center stage. The comic would instead be an experiment in Process. I streamed myself drawing it on a consistent schedule in order to make myself accountable to others. People could show up and say "Why aren't you working?" I would write pages on Mondays and use the rest of the week to ink and color one page at a time. Revision be damned. I've always been haphazard with my writing style, anyway. I don't even care that you don't always see Amy's wedding ring (Um... I should go back and fix that).
So... Now the monies ran out and I got really drunk last week, cried some more, and now I'm looking for a job again, pushing the comic aside. It's just another obstacle to be over come. I swallowed my pride and, at the request of a fan, created a Parteon account (which feels like begging for money). I'm still working on that. Need to make a video or something.
I have to adjust my process AND get another job, but somehow I'll find time to draw.
I'm not giving up on Jackie. I'll finish.
You just wait and see.