For the majority of my adult life, I have dreamed of being a cartoonist.
I have been drawing cartoons for as long as I can remember, and I love it with some sort of raw passion that is surprising, even to myself, seeing as how... you know... they are JUST CARTOONS.
I could never see myself doing an actual comic strip, because that would require me coming up with an original idea EVERY SINGLE DAY OF THE YEAR. My original ideas come once every decade or so. The trouble is, other than comic strips, what do cartoonists do?
So, I doodle and I draw on napkins and conference packets and scraps of paper that I find by the phone, and every time I do it, I feel absolute joy. And I always immediately feel an intense longing to share them with someone else... To see if these doodles are actually funny or amusing to other human beings other than myself. But who do I share them with?
Then my husband reminded me that I HAVE A BLOG.
So, here you go. No one has seen these besides my husband and myself. I found some of these doodles in an old journal, and thought I'd share them with you. I drew all of these sometime right after Ezra was born.
This may sound silly, but I am as nervous as a cat wearing tinfoil boots right now. Because I know cartoons are all lighthearted and fun, but what I don't understand is how something so goofy and carefree can feel so very intimate and dear to me.
It's official: I am a new breed of crazy.
Hope you enjoy.