I never thought I’d actually be able to use that corny line unironically and literally. I am on pins and needles waiting for Ragdoll #9 to be born into the world in physical form. There goes another silly turn of phrase. For real though, I’m losing my mind waiting for these books. I’m always sure THIS will be the issue they refuse to print. And hell, it very well could be. The world is going backwards and I find it all very sad. There isn’t fuck-all I can do except double down on my art.
Pages for Ragdoll #10 are coming along nicely. It’s going to take courage to post any of it, even behind a paywall. Don’t get your hopes up, it’s not XXX. But it’s a hard NC-17. No pun intended this time. Anyway, it’s not the content that I’m anxious about. I’m steeling myself for the abject disappointment that always comes from posting. I make all kinds of different things, but Ragdoll will always be my favorite project, even if it’s the most unpopular. I have to remind myself constantly that being unpopular in this climate is preferable. If I can get beyond the posting disappointment coming up, there’s no telling how productive I may become.
I realize that I’ve attracted more gawkers than fans over the years. That’s fine. This project is what it is, and if you think I’m crazy, you’re not paying attention.
