Ah to be young and 18 again.  I’ve been a little more than nostalgic, with my most recent annual Matt Celebration taking place this last Tuesday.  When I was 18 I watched Almost Famous the day I finished reading Stephen King: On Writing–that was it for me–I was going to be published by the time I was 27.

Let’s skip ahead 10 years: in my procrastination limbo, with these here Straight Face Comics, I’ve slipped under that goal line with zero seconds to go.  I’m not in print yet.  That violent vampire novel is still collecting dust, but here I am writing jokes while one of my closest friends draws them.  We’ll be four months old in another week or so.  I hope the comedy is getting better or at least consistent.  It’s been fun to watch the art get better with just about every strip.

If you’ve ever wanted to do something creative with your life, set a schedule and devote part of your day to it.  You’ll thank yourself even if you’re awful.  Creation is like sex, or is sex creation?  Either way I recommend both regularly.  Even if you have to hire a prostitute to paint for you.  I call mine Don and he’s working out fine so far.