Just a heads-up, it looks like comment postings lead to a ‘404’ page. I think this is something where WordPress updates have left the Webcomic plugin and/or Inkblot theme behind. The comments still post, though, so basically this is just a cosmetic nuisance. I’ll see what I can do.
My Duck On Stuff
I have done a very silly thing. Very, very silly.
This silly thing will post at 10am Pacific time each weekday from April 9th through April 13th, at least for the first “run.” There will probably be more, later, but I’m not making this into a formal project with a set schedule.
Winding Down Our Third Year
As I write this, I’m about to start work on the 320th comic to post on this site. In a few months it’ll be time for the annual break, then in June we pick up with Year Four.
When I started Quacked Panes I saw it as a way to tackle my leftover depression and growing ennui. I still felt out of place at my job, I missed my old job something fierce, and I felt that maybe I’d accomplished everything I would in this life already, so why bother trying? Clearly this was an attitude devoutly to be got the hell rid of.
So, did the comic help?
I struggle, most Mondays and Thursdays, to come up with the next comic. It’s a chore. I wrack my brains. I jostle the camera while taking a shot. I screw up the lighting. I realize after the fact that I probably used the wrong duck or didn’t give them a distinct-enough voice. And it’s not as if my traffic numbers reflect any great Internet success story.
However… this comic archive represents a body of consistent, creative output. Barring one technical glitch with the webserver itself a few months ago, I’ve yet to miss a scheduled update over most of three years. Nobody will mistake it for high art, but I earn a few laughs once or twice a week (on a good week). I learn something new every month. People send me ducks! How cool is that?
I considered giving it up, a couple months ago. “I’ll finish out Year Three and call it done,” I said. Today, however, I don’t believe that would be a good idea. I need the outlet and the challenge. I enjoy trading snarky comments with my core group of loyal readers. I like being able to claim a really silly hobby when people ask, “What do you do for fun?”
Don’t act so surprised. As if you didn’t know me for an iconoclast.