..... Yeah. I've been doing this for a decade.
This month has been so bizarre. Not only do I have Martin's birthday and Christmas as usual, but also had my College Graduation last week, and today my 10-Year Anniversary on Deviantart. What can you even say?
When I realized several months ago this particular situation was looming, I wasn't sure how to feel about it. I thought there might be a "Wow, I'm getting old" moment to it, but doesn't really bother me that much. I feel sorta strange and contented looking back, seeing how far I've come as an artist and how many people I've gotten behind me over the years. I've met my best friend through this community, made a good amount of money, and been able to turn my love of comic books into a passion as all this stuff has been the gateway into webcomics.
A lot of the people I've met have been really friendly and wonderful. I wouldn't go out and praise the whole community, as I've seen trolls and gutter-dwelling creeps and art thieves, but I pay them little mind. Most folks have been polite and very pleasant, to the point where I'm kinda afraid to list them out of fear of the folks I'd leave out. I used to feel almost like an outlier in the community; not listed among the usual suspects, not regarded as a decent artist, not a target of brainless art thieves (I know it's a weird thing to complain about but after a while you take it personally). But lately I've felt much more at ease and accepted, as well as just less nervous in general. It helps that the comics have focused my priorities elsewhere.
I not only want to say thanks to everyone who's supported my art during the years, but want to tell everyone who's thinking about going into art, but is afraid they suck, to do it anyway if that's what they want. When I started, I was just figured I could do art myself without having to pester JayManney or Red Chocobo for requests (Yeah, remember when those two were more or less it? Before there were like 8 different DA Groups devoted to this stuff?) but pressed on and think the art's not only improved me on a deeper level. Like... As a person.
Don't worry, I've got a little something for everyone too. Didn't have the whole thing ready as I'd hoped for the big day, but here's part one, at least. Someone a lot of folks have been asking about.
Erika Anniversary Part 1
"H-H-How about this one?"
Starting to feel a touch irritated, Sarah glanced up from her Nintendo system, spotting her baby sister arriving at the bottom of the stairs. This time she was in a modest, adorable pink dress that came down to her knees with a few pastel ruffles highlighting it. The image of the little girl turning in it, timidly posing certainly killed any sense of annoyance the teenager had felt building up.
"D-Does it look good?" cood Erika meekly, looking herself over in the new ensemble. "I-I-I mean, it's r-really cute and c-comfy, though I'm a l-little worried it might be too ch-cheesy, and I th-think it might make by b-butt look-"
"Kiddo, seriously, that's the fifth outfit you've come downstairs wearing," admitted Sarah slowly. "You're fine. He's not gonna care what you dress like."
The girl seemed to take a moment to take in that advise before pouting a little and tugging at