Sorry for a distinct lack of comics lately. Quelque fois life gets the better of you and there's nothing really to be done about that, and unfortunately YOLOCAT fell off the plate.
The funny thing, however, is that there really is no difference in busy-ness between this year and last -- I was slammed then and I'm slammed now. Which begs the question: why can't I seem to make time to draw this damn cat?
Well, I've been thinking about it and thinking about it, and the conclusion that I've come to is that YOLOCAT used to be sort of my own private joke: just a stupid, loveable cat with a stupid, loveable punchline. Part of the joke is that I can't even draw, really, but that didn't stop me and somehow I fooled everyone into ignoring that fact. Drawing YOLOCAT was a constant process: I would doodle Cat on everything -- notes for class, to do lists, grocery lists, any sort of paper that my family left lying around the house, post-it notes, my friends' agendas and notebooks (#sorrynotsorry). Drawing that stupid, loveable cat was my favourite part of the week -- a relief to get to, to sit down and draw.
But it's been a while since I've sat down to draw Cat, and I think that it's because, at a certain point, drawing YOLOCAT became less for myself and more for other people. And then finally it wasn't for myself at all, and only for other people. That balance doesn't sit well with me -- it's like a table with one leg shorter than the other three and in a perpetual state of wobble. You can't draw on a table that wobbles that badly. You can't really do anything with a table that wobbles that badly, TBQH.
So for a while, Cat and I are taking a bit of a hiatus. I'm pretty sure we'll be back, but I'm not sure when. There's a chance we won't be back. But I hope we are. I hope you hope we are too.
After all, YOLO.