Early on, I became so attached to paper and drawing tools that I took them everywhere. Whenever I didn’t have paper, Dad would give me a stack of post-it notes from his pocket. At one time, I was hoarding post-it notes, hiding them in drawers and pilfering little stacks of them from Dad’s desk. What can I say? I loved the way each one peeled off, creating its own little panel for a story. Once in a restaurant, I drew fire from my parents when no one had any paper. Finally, the waitress, realizing my distress, brought me some copy paper. Score one for the cute, round ball!
Fast forward to my first summer job: No longer a cute, round ball but a teenager over 6 feet tall with a fuzzy face, I began working as a lifeguard at a local pool.
As an embellisher of stories, I would often tell about things that happened at work. Since I was always drawing cartoons, Mom would say, “Write that down.” Of course, I forgot. Zip for the fuzzy face!
After two years, Mom, tired of repeating the same catch phrase, finally put a little green notebook in front of me……green being my favorite color and little, so as not to overwhelm me. Did I mention my creative spelling abilities? Chick-fil-A cows got nuthin on me!
The process of writing cartoon dialogue was slow at first. But once I started developing characters, my ideas came to me faster and faster. My characters, all of whom are based on co-workers, swim coaches and other special people in my life, are so real to me. Finally, one for the fuzzy face!
Envision this: I have a stash of cartoons, but no life. That is, no social media life. Apparently, I should have been blogging and posting and immersing my life on the stage of social media all this time. But that just wasn’t me. So here I am scrambling to dress, get out the door, put on my shoes, eat breakfast while brushing my teeth, and catch the social media bus at the same time. Yep, I’m a cartoon character!
Score one for the fuzzy face, and the determination of the cute, round ball.