So, here is the story behind my short lived career as a comic book creator. I have loved comics for years, pretty much on and off since I was about 10 years old. About twelve years ago I started dabbling with drawing my own comic, and I did it as a hobby for many years. About three years ago my wife and I sold our house in
Benicia and moved up to Oregon, where we could afford to buy a house pretty much out-right, and where I would have a chance to be the stay-at-home dad and pursue writing comics full time.
However, the more I learned about the business, the more I realized that I wasn't really cut out to be an illustrator, and that I really wanted to focus on the writing end. So I hired an illustrator and began to work on the first issue of my comic, Tzedik. The more I did in that business, the more I realized that what I was best suited for, and what I could possibly make a living at, was digital coloring. However, here is where I faced a real crisis of conscience. I could at this point, after about a year and a half of working at this, either go back to teaching or color comics.
Now, I didn't give up teaching because I don't enjoy it. Quite the opposite, I love to teach, and at the end of the day I feel like I have really given something to the kids. Also, at the end of the day, I feel like I have really performed my mission in life when it comes to serving Christ. Could I really get that same feeling spending all day coloring bodacious babes beheading zombies? If I was coloring, I would have to pretty much color anything that came across my desk. The choice seemed clear to me.
So now I can work for at least another 30 years teaching and I never have to look back and say "What could have been..."
So, that's my story.
here is some more my work that got published on the web:
my illustration of Psalm 4 can be found here:
