I go to a local coffee shop with my Dad a few times a week.  It’s usually a place where I write comic ideas and mull over stories and general thoughts.  I get a Vanilla Latte and my Dad gets an Espresso.  It’s strange how what a person drinks can give you so many details on who they are.

I’ve always felt weird doodling in public.  I’ve had people come up to me and ask what I was making or compliment my work and that’s felt nice and strange all at once.  The good feelings last for a while but then I get it into my head that I have a standard to uphold and my creativity and inspiration grind to a standstill.  Usually it ends with me turning the page and gazing out the windows thinking of nothing… well there’s Star Wars.  Yea, it usually ends with Star Wars.