#2 years ago my life was in shambles and i failed senior year twice and i held a girl i never should have in my arms

[isabelguerra]

not to get personal (on whats sort of become a personal blog? how dare i) but im thinking about how crazy my life has been since i started this blog.

i emailed, organized an event around, met, and had dinner with 3 of my industry heroes. one is an art director at cartoon network. i had interviews with 4 more of the most amazing creative workers ive ever spoken with. in my last week of college i both met and signed with my agent. didnt sleep for 4 days while trying to set up my final exhibition and dug a fork into my leg when i realized everything was happening. my senior thesis got picked up to be a graphic novel.

i was invited to an early screening of nimona. that nd stevenson was at. if id mentioned it to my agent he probably would have invited me to the screening HE was at. WITH nd stevenson. because hes HIS agent. because i share an agent with the guy who made comics about burning yourself alive in college like theres nothing coming afterwards. and 10 years later he looked at me and said ‘that one. thats my next one.’

i met nd stevenson after the screening and managed not to say a single smooth word, which was probably for the best. he signed my book. i asked about our school. he changed the topic. i had panic shakes the entire trip home.

i got hired to teach art summer camp. got sidetracked from my comic pitch. got back onto my comic pitch. went to SPX and assisted a friend with tabling. met ANOTHER industry hero. who also works with my agent. told her who i was working with and she lit up, we talked about her current project, she almost started crying because i remembered it and she didnt think anyone did. now we’re emailing.

emailing ANOTHER comics friend. got lunch and they helped me get back on track with my pitch. theyre helping me find a comics internship. i’m working on the pitch again and im FORCING my deadline to be the end of november. before the year is over i’ll have pitched my first graphic novel at age 24. i already know one publisher is interested.

i got an invitation from my old professor to come speak to her class. waiting to hear back from that. i never thought theyd want me again but there the email was, plain as day, “ive been thinking about you and i want you back.”

i know what im doing. nobody can say i dont know what im doing. im afraid all of the time and my hands keep shaking and i never sleep. i think im on fire.