Knowing your limits.
I do the writing here, and Garth does the artwork. That makes me the writer. I like to write. I always have. I’m lucky enough to have made it my profession for over a decade now. Every Tuesday and Thursday around here, I write a blog entry that some people read. Blogs are usually meant to be thoughtful and insightful, so I hope to write something that fits that description. Nine times out of ten I end up writing about the stuff going on in my life, whatever video games I’m playing, music I’m listening to, or other trivial crap about me.
Some people are skilled at writing insightful, elegantly worded think-pieces. I have come to realize I am not one of those people. Garth, on the other hand, is pretty great at it. The few times he’s posted down here in the blog section, his entries have been well thought-out arguments and elegantly presented opinions on a number of subjects. I, on the other hand, tend to link my Vine videos about fatherhood, make lists about music I’ve heard recently, or discuss the latest video game I played. Trivial crap about me, in other words.
Does this make me less of a “writer?” I don’t think so. I learned that my strength lies in making comics. I feel confident in how I write dialogue and pace a story. I know how to convey what goes into each page when I send scripts to Garth. That I’ve made writing comics into a profession for the past ten years is proof of that, I feel. Being in charge of the twice-weekly blog has reminded me what my weaknesses are, and that I should take steps to improve them.
Less trivial crap about me.