Every month when I start a new sketchbook I draw a little something on the title page that I hope will define the month. Here’s this month’s.
It’s only mildly annoying how much I talk about the weather. Do you talk about the weather? Are you worried that you talk about the weather too much? My boyfriend calls me the Weatherman because I’m always saying things like “It’ll be 80 next Friday.” I don’t know guys, this is all I have to hold onto right now!
This month I’ve been spending my mornings on my fire escape, doodling, taking in the construction. I’ve decided to become one with it. If you meditate enough, it sounds like jazz. I think. The reason I love drawing on the fire escape so much is the same reason I love drawing on the airplane. Once I get out there I can’t really leave without making a lot of effort (i.e. diving back into the apartment and landing face first on the floor/yelling fire on the airplane—don’t suggest it!!!).
There’s a lot of little tricks I have to pull on myself to get myself to write/draw/do the thing I need to do and this is one of my favorite ones. Trapping myself. I can’t reach my phone, I can’t call anyone. I’m just stuck there, so I gotta draw. If you know other ways to trap yourself, please let me know. It’s always good to diversify!
I’ve drawn something like 256 pages of my book The Joy of Snacking and it remains to be a mystical rollercoaster that I’m on. I feel really proud of the book while also feeling like I’m literally drowning in it. Writing about trauma, something I realize I have chosen to do for work, is incredibly difficult. One of my friends recently said, “You need a therapist for your book” and I was like hot DAMN you are right, and also…if only!!! The sliding scale model in therapy shouldn’t just be how much money you have, it should also include how desperately in need of it you are. It should be a mathematical equation like, how poor you are x how bad do you need it = therapist in your network that actually has an opening.
Here’s a little story from when I stopped in the grocery store the other day…(I know! So relatable!)
I realize “bum” is not the appropriate term here, but she said it not me! I grew up with the term “hobo” which no one says anymore unless it’s my mother describing someone as “hobo chic.” Also, I feel like there’s a hot bum episode of Sex and the City?? Am I making this up?? Let me know.
Ok here’s a recent list!!!
And would you believe that my newsletter has coincided with my boyfriend’s birthday!! Here’s a recent rejected cartoon about him:
Let us all collectively say HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES, YOU SWEET YOUNG THANG!!!!He’s only 31!!
Thank you for reading! New posts every Friday!
ICYMI: The Dance Party was a great success and will return in August!
Catch me IRL: I have 3 shows this Sunday—5PM @ Newtown, 7PM @ The Gutter and 8PM @ Blinkys Bar!
On Repeat: Pink Pony Club by Chapell Roanne
Currently Binging: Columbo
Obsessed with: Cove Haven’s new mascot Champy
Most of the cartoons in this newsletter are available on Etsy!
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I could not love your list more. Do you make them at a certain time of day, or add to them all day long? Also: if the Diet Coke people don’t hire you for jokes, their gigantic loss!