I remember back in Highschool I had this vision of what I was going to be doing with comics. I had these grandiose ideas that I'd land some graphic novel gig that was "Hollywood famous" and I'd be rolling in the dough, signing autographs for adoring fans, lights, camera, action--etc. ...and I did that, actually. I landed a Hollywood-famous graphic novel gig. I wasn't rolling in the dough but I had made more money than I'd ever seen in my entire lifetime, considering that I was of the below average - minimum wage working class up until that point. I went to cons by my own admission. I didn't have big companies sponsoring me so the funding usually came out of my own pockets. And there were a few fans of my work who I did live commissions for (thankyou guys, I was able to eat for another week). Dream accomplished right? ...but I ask myself was it worth it. Well, yes and I have a few regrets.
Doing comics professionally is sort of a dream come true. Key term there, "sort o