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“where’s the fun in that?”

From the website of ABONO COMICS

Rules are simple. (1) We'll help you, you'll help us, we'll help others, others will help us in return. And we need a lot of help =) (2) No rivalry between members and other group. Peace tayo, slaman lang '_'V (3) wag career-in ang pag-gawa ng komiks, enjoy lang. [don’t make a career in making/creating comic books. Just enjoy it] (4) at tandaan na walang pera sa komiks. [and remember, there is no money to be made in comic books]

I don’t really know how to feel about this.

I think it’s good to always keep in mind that you should have fun in what you do. Gaiman said as much.

But I’d also like to believe that you should have goal in what you do. That we need to have a little optimism that our little comic book scene will eventually boom into a full-blown industry. (I’m beginning to sound like an old man.)

Neil Gaiman talks about doing what’s fun:
Whenever I do things because I want to do it and because it seems fun or interesting and so on and so forth, it almost always works. And it almost always winds up more than paying for itself. Whenever I do things for the money, not only does it prove a headache and a pain in the neck and come with all sorts of awful things attached, but I normally don't wind up getting the money, either. So, after a while, you do sort of start to learn [to] just forget about the things where people come to you and dangle huge wads of cash in front of you. Go for the one that seems interesting because, even if it all falls apart, you've got something interesting out of it. Whereas, the other way, you normally wind up getting absolutely nothing out of it.




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