This American Unfinished Mojo Comic

Here’s a Mojo The Sockmonkey comic I’ve been trying to flesh out, but I just can’t seem to find the right ending. Mojo comics should always end with a real bang, but this one gets bogged down in the subtle, cerebral introspection that plagues my work…

Mojo Past and Future

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about Mojo. This is because I’m in the midst of drawing a new Mojo book. I haven’t told anyone about it yet, because there’s a sort of magic in not telling anyone about things I’m working on. It’s surprisingly easy to craft a story when there’s no stakes. I would say, in fact, that the things I’ve made that I’m most proud of—that I think truly represent my best as an artist and writer—have never been seen. Some of that is because I’m still working on these things, but also some of that is because the moment a project sees the end of the tunnel, I tend to lose interest. Because of the way I’m built, the fun part is only the making of things. The “Putting Things Out In The World” and “Selling Your Thing” and “Playing The Game With Hustle, And A Slick, Glitzty Marketing Strategy Using Saavy Social Media Kung-Fu” part of my job, is dreadful. Truly dreadful. And every moment I spend doing these things, is a moment I’m not making things, and as I close in on the end of life, I’m much less compelled to spend time doing things I dread. I haven’t checked the car oil in three years. And that spoon is still in garbage disposal. I can hear it now.

Nevertheless, another aspect of life is the “Suck It Up And Do What’s Necessary To Survive” bit, so I thought I’d take a step in the sensible direction and put some of the concept work from this upcoming Mojo book here. That way I’m kind of sharing it, but since no one knows about my secret diary, I don’t get all in my head about it. Excelsior!!!