Reflecting on SQUIRRELOSOPHY: Year One

embracing your inner squirrelOn October 12, 2012, I launched squirrelosophy.com. I did not have a master plan, a thesis or a mission statement. The only thing I did have was a bunch of little things that didn’t quite exactly fit into the flow of my daily comic strip Bob the Squirrel.

You can see an awful lot in a reflection… especially a very clear one.

I started posting these extra panels of Bob expressing a view on bobthesquirrel.com in April 2012. I genuinely had no aspirations to make anything out of it…other than being a bit of a bonus for the daily readers. Maybe, one of these more timely panels would rope someone into reading the daily. They were going to be “whenever I felt like it” panels… no set schedule. But the ideas kept hitting me, some while I was in the middle of drawing another. If you do what I do, you know that when inspiration sends you down a raging river you need to go with the flow for as far as it’s going to take you.

A raging river can turn into a dry river bed in an instant.

By late September, it was pretty clear that I had to do something about this. There was a feeling that these single panels could take away from the strip. I didn’t want that, but drinking from the inspiration well was addicting. So, I started SQUIRRELOSOPHY. It was as separate thing from the strip…completely separate. That’s fine, but that also meant more work… two sites to maintain, two flows of content to maintain, two of everything. Oh well, I’m no stranger to hard work, right? I did graduate school full time with a full-time job, full-time strip and full-time family, right? Granted, at one point I though my stomach was going to rupture from the stress, but I lived through it, right? A website? Piece of cake.

Uh huh. Yeah.

It has decidedly NOT been a piece of cake. Not a cupcake, a brownie bite or even a cake crumb. It has been hard, stressful and minimally rewarding. It is an extra set of monthly costs and one more piece of time carved off of Frank’s day.
I have not promoted squirrelosophy.com as well as I should have. For that matter, I have NEVER promoted bobthesquirrel.com as well as I should have. And yet, eleven years later, the comic strip is still kicking, while many of my contemporaries packed it up long ago. Over the last decade I’ve thought of Bob the Squirrel as the best comic strip that no one has ever read… not only as a bit of sarcastic banter, but to make myself feel better for the lack of “putting it all out there”.

Along the way, I have earned (yes, I say ‘earned’) countless loyal fans…fans that have been with me through this journey. I am constantly in awe knowing that I’ve earned a little bit of their time every day. People that have been supporting me through art purchases, book purchases, making comments, telling me how they can relate and just reading every single day. It is an honor.

It has NEVER been easy. I’ve thought about packing it in myself on a few occasions. Board up the doors and windows and leave it. Move on to something else before this life ends… before it’s too late to have another choice. When I feel this way, and It always seems to be around the milestone moments, I think not about the hard work that will be off my plate, but the people who won’t stop by the site to read everyday. I think about how this comic strip, this sarcastic, crabby, pain in my ass squirrel has been with me for over one-quarter of my life. How, in 2007, when I was in the darkest, most desperate place in my life, he literally SAVED my life. I didn’t tell my problems, to a counselor, to a relative… I talked to Bob. He was (and is) there for me whenever I needed him or not needed him. That’s is how REAL he is.

The worst days of my new life are still a thousand times better than the best days of my old life.

I’m going to give squirrelosophy.com another year. If it doesn’t seem to be working out, I’ll close it down. This doesn’t mean that I will be any less devoted to it than I already am. I will not intentionally derail it to close it down… if I wanted to close it down, I would obviously just close it down. I owe it to my fans and I owe it to Bob.

Here’s to another year.

Where do your ideas come from?

Where do the ideas for your comic strip come from?

Rome, NY, today, lunchtime.
I pull into my driveway…get out of my car, walk to the corner to retrieve the empty trash cans and recycling bins.  Upon gathering said receptacles, I look up, about to turn and head back up the driveway.

But, not today.

When I look up, something caught the corner of my eye.  Two rapidly moving objects.  UFOs? No. My neighbor’s dogs…running on the lawn across the street as if they didn’t have a care in the world…as if, the gate to their yard had been left open.  Sure enough, it was open.  I’m not usually the one watching a dog run by… I’m usually the one running after the dog… who shall remain nameless.. LUCY.  Almost by instinct, I drop the cans and do a Usain Bolt across the road toward the happy canines.  Did I look both ways before crossing the road?  Of course I didn’t.

The family across the street has a gigantic lawn…with a small pond next to it.

Where do you think the dogs were headed?  Yup.  The pond.

Now, ordinarily, these two dogs bark and bark and bark at me through the fence.  Remembering this, I approached them with extreme caution… wishing to retain all ten of my fingers.  I pleaded with them to stay away from the pond and follow me back to the safety of their yard.  Shockingly, my powers of persuasion were in exemplary shape today and I was able to herd the AWOL canines back across the road.  One of them, I assume as a sign of gratitude for my selflessness, left a biological deposit under the cherry tree on my front lawn.  When the pipes of his Milk Bone highway were clean, he contently trotted back behind his fence.  I tied the gate shut… putting my shoe tying expertise to good use in the process.

I knocked on the front door of the neighbor’s house.  She answered.  As I began recounting the tale of my humbly heroic lunchtime crusade, a voice from the inner reaches of the house rang out…

“Is that BOB THE SQUIRREL?”

No sooner did the sound reach my ears, there, standing before me, was the mother of my neighbor…seemingly awestruck by my presence.
“I just LOVE Bob the Squirrel!  It’s the first thing I read in the paper everyday.”  I coaxed a smile out of my face and thanked her warmly.  She extended her hand out, wanting to shake the hand that draws Bob.

” I can’t believe I met Frank Page!”

My neighbor, knowing how ordinary I really am, but refusing to pop the bubble that presently was her mother said, “I’ll get his autograph for you later.”

We laughed again, I was thanked again and just like that half of my lunch was over.  A small price to pay for the safe return of two animals and being made to feel like I was Bill Watterson.

And this, my friends, is where comic strip ideas come from.

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new year reso…whatever…

am i one of those people?  someone who makes lists on the eve of the eve thinking that somehow inscribing goals to ink and dead trees will give them resonance?

absolutely.

has doing this ever worked for me?  i’ll have to give it a 50/50.  sometimes yes, sometimes no… i’ve found that the commitment to achieving the aforementioned goals isn’t born before or during making that list.  it’s when you wake up the next day and look at that list…if it’s gonna happen, it’s gonna happen then.  i believe bill cosby said, ” If you want to follow your dreams and make them come true — the first thing you have to do is: Wake Up.

so i’ll tell you what happens when i wake up…

thinking…

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a few weeks back, i did a special commission for a good friend.  the commission was for his father-in-law, who had a few setbacks health wise but retained his sense of humor and love of life.  it was supposed to be a christmas present…unfortunately, he had a severe stroke on christmas eve… and passed away not long after that.  he never got to see what i did.  my friend posted the following on facebook yesterday:talk about feeling good and bad at the same time.  just goes to show how you never really know the type of impact your actions, or in this case the work i  produce, will have.