When I was in junior high — heck, even high school, if I'm being honest — I had dreams of being a newspaper cartoonist. Hey, it didn't seem that unreasonable at the time – I was (and kinda still am) a fairly respectable cartoonist (though my repertoire is admittedly limited) and I read nearly every strip out there, even those I considered snoozers like Mary Worth or Garfield. Further, I wasn't naive about it: I knew selling a strip took more than just the ability to write and draw. I did...
Published on May 12, 2010 09:31