I just started on my first zine a few days ago! I wanted to make it physically but found I was lacking in materials I wanted to use so I’ve been making it digitally and collage like and I must say, I’m having such a good time making it. However, sometimes I worry im not making it right. And I know there’s no right or wrong way to make a zine but for whatever reason I feel like mine is wrong. I feel like mine doesn’t have enough drawings or sentences or something and I think part of me feels kinda like a cheat for doing it online as I’m not very good at drawing etc. I was wondering if you’ve ever felt doubt in your zines and how you overcame that or deal with it. Zine making is a very new hobby for me but I think I want it to stick around, I just worry I’ll run out of things or inspiration for making them like I’m not creative enough 😞 I’m sorry for just coming in here and dumping all this on you. I appreciate you taking the time to read it and whatever answer you may give ❤️
sorry for taking a hot minute to get to this! i know i only addressed physical zines, but i don't think digital ones are any less or a cheat at all. it's just another way of making them. there are lots of people who do it, and we did that in college! especially in your case where you're lacking in materials, i'd say that you're making good use of what you can :]
honestly i am nearly always doubting my zines in one way or another, but i just... kind of ignore it because i know that i feel worse if i don't make something. doing zinetober helped me with this because i didn't have to like what i made, it just had to exist. but also, there are some zines that i really didn't like at the time that i started to appreciate after like, a week. it's the fresh eyes. i know ignoring it is easier said than done, so i suppose it's more about trying to reframe it: you're learning what works and what doesn't, what you can experiment with next, etc. and you can always try again if you want.
as for running out of inspiration/not feeling creative enough... yeah, they don't call it the creative cycle for nothing! seek out sources of inspiration. save the art you like in a folder. take pictures of things that catch your eye. watch things. read things. try something an artist has done. revisit things you've made before and make them again. you can do that as many times as you want. you just have to push through it, i promise you won't be stuck there forever!
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Reposting my Shidou/dance drabble -- I realized I’d accidentally included literally everyone except Kotoko and I felt so bad 😭It’s all super minor edits to make it happen in T1 and give her like two lines of appearance, but I really wanted to lol
“I am not doing that.”
Shidou was always very polite, very calm in the face of any high-energy circumstances, whether it was a medical emergency or a raving party. The situation wasn’t quite either of those, but still he maintained his composure as the prisoners beckoned him forward.
Yuno had cleared away some of the common room tables so she could teach Haruka a dance she’d seen online. His performance had attracted Muu, and their giggles had tempted Mahiru, whose enthusiasm had inspired Kotoko, whose intensity had found competition in Mikoto, whose teasing had recruited Fuuta, whose yelling had dragged in Kazui, and their spectacle had drawn in Shidou and Amane as an audience.
“Aw, it’s easy,” Yuno was telling him, “just a few simple moves. I’m not asking you to pirouette or anything.”
Through his polite smile, he internally cursed Kazui for joining in; now he couldn’t use the excuse that he was too old for such nonsense.
Not that dancing itself was the issue. Shidou prided himself in being very good at the art: he knew several steps and moves, and had never been known to pinch his partner’s toes. He and his wife had received much praise for their dancing at their wedding. Before his work kept him out through the nights, she had talked him into a few midnight waltzes in their kitchen. He’d help his daughter twirl when she was feeling like a ballerina, and would sway with his son to the same music.
But this amalgamation of hand gestures and hip swaying wasn’t quite the same to him.
He opened his mouth to decline, but the small stare in the corner gave him pause. Amane was watching the scene with feigned disinterest. She watched Shidou for his answer. All week he’d been encouraging her to involve herself with others more, telling her of all the benefits to her mental health. If he wanted even the slightest chance of her taking him seriously, he only had one choice.
“I… will do my best.”
“Great!”
Before he had a moment to second guess the decision, Yuno grabbed his arms and yanked him into the circle. His eyes flashed around the group, quickly calculating the moves in order to follow along. Swing your arms this way, wag your finger that way, raise both hands, turn your body around, and so on. It was fairly repetitive. He had it down in no time.
Or so he thought. Mikoto snickered at him.
“What?”
“You look stiffer than a board. You’re supposed to loosen up, man.”
“I am loose,” he said, his limbs perfectly rigid as he moved them with the music.
Mikoto did the little turn, putting a bunch of extra movement into it. It was uplifting to see him enjoying himself. Ever since he’d left the smoking group, Shidou had been worried about his state of mind. “Not even close. You’re doing even worse than Fuuta, somehow.”
“Hey!”
Mahiru circled her arms to the music. “I think he’s doing very well!”
Kotoko looked over. “You’ve got good breath control. It feels nice to work out like this, mm?”
“I suppose…”
Yuno was dancing circles around them -- literally and figuratively -- and she seemed to agree with Mikoto.
“Come on, you can relax here! Warden isn’t even around.” She swung her hips in fluid motions. “Let me see some rhythm!”
Shidou joined them for claps in sync with the beat, which he thought demonstrated his rhythm perfectly fine, but she kept prodding.
Finally, he set his jaw. He wasn’t the type of man to get embarrassed. He could care less for appearances. Even if he was that type of person, he’d have reason to agree -- Kazui was completely showing him up.
Though his movements were certainly ridiculous and clumsy compared to the others’, he tried to shift his shoulders and legs in similar motions. It earned him some celebration and some laughs from the others. He bent his knees, trying to put his whole body into the silly steps.
He followed Yuno’s example, letting out a chuckle as he danced more ridiculously than he believed he ever had.
The song picked up, and Shidou turned triumphantly to where Amane sat in the corner. This would be a big step, showing her he was willing to put himself out there for the group. Maybe it would even convince her to come and join the dancers, now that she saw --
Her chair was empty. She had left.
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