Compromise. 

I love that word.  Google reveals that the origin of compromise derives from:

“…late Middle English (denoting mutual consent to arbitration): from Old French compromis, from late Latin compromissum ‘a consent to arbitration,’ neuter past participle of compromittere, from com- ‘together’ + promittere.” 

So, it’s had a pretty interesting path to this screen.

In life, I live this word all the time.  From what restaurant we go to, to what time we should take the air conditioners out of the windows. I wouldn’t exist without that c-word. Or, I say one thing, another thing is said and we go with the other thing…I compromise.  All. The. Time.

The one place I don’t compromise is my comic strip. I’ve vehemently resisted playing to the latest trends for short-term boosts. No manga, no video gamer jargon, no naked squirrels… if that’s what you want to put in your comic, cool – I am the last one who should criticize anyone.

That’s not to say that it has been easy.

Who wouldn’t want more traffic or more sales? I mean, obviously, nothing is guaranteed… but if a compromise, or a change, that may spark something…why not?

Because it wouldn’t be me and I’d probably hate myself.  So, my life is full of compromises or just flat-out giving ups. My comic strip is not. Did I mention that it’s really hard being true to yourself? You’d think it would be a tad easier. If that means I’m in an empty room that’s fine… not a big fan of crowds anyway.