The difference between October 31st and November 1st

Holy smokes, so RPC turns 8 years old today, which I was not ready for.

When I started making comics, no one told me all the nights I'd lose to the glare of a monitor trying to make one stupid joke work just a tiny bit better.

No one told me how I would doubt myself every day, no matter how many people told me they liked what I was making.

No one told me I would lose sleep and friends and sanity trying to do all of the things all of the time.

But also, no one told me the incredible friends I would make based only on our shared love of the same improbable corner of the Internet.

No one told me the rush I'd feel when a word clicks into place, ready to take on a new life in someone else's head.

No one told me how sweet that moment would be just before a new post goes up and spills a new idea, however silly, out over the world.

No one told me, and for that, I'm unspeakably grateful. Because it's meant everything to me to find out for myself.