I’ve spent hours, days, weeks of my life working on comics. I’ve poured my heart and soul into book ideas, spent months working on concepts and proposals, honed my craft over years and years of practice.

And one day, I wrote a comic that took me 20 minutes. I drew two panels, picked two colors, and just put an idea out there that was goofy and dumb and something that took me two seconds to think about.

And it became my most well-read, well-received comic.

That’s when I knew comics would never love me back.