2018 Bob the Squirrel Calendar is in production!

Just sent off the files for the 2018 Bob the Squirrel Calendar.  I’m really excited about this because it’s all me.  In the past I’ve gone through Lulu.com for the calendars.  The calendars were nice, but they didn’t allow for much in the way of customization.  The months were all uniform and kinda not me.

So this year, I’m printing them up on my own.  Everything is customized to look like my comic handwriting.  There are a lot of clouds too.  I’ll only be printing a small quantity so once they’re gone, they’re gone.

When it comes closer to delivery, I’ll post ordering info.

 

No more Anything but a Squirrel Daily Sketches

On January 1, 2017, I put forth a challenge to myself – to post one drawing a day that was anything but squirrel related… my version of a New Year Resolution. It wasn’t always easy to do, but I always managed to get something out there (with a few exceptions).

After 200+ drawings, I’ve decided to end Frank’s Anything But a Squirrel Daily Sketch some 83 drawings short of 365. I could spare the time to produce them in the beginning of the year, but with two bob book projects and the 2018 calendar on the horizon I just can’t give the daily sketches the attention they deserve.

It sucks. I am a little disappointed in myself. I don’t like putting stuff to the side like this, but I’m also starting to grasp the whole concept of reality.  Reality can be a real eye-opening pain in the rump.

I’ll still be posting images to my Instagram feed…  they’ll be more squirrel centric.

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Rejections – a rite of passages

Back in the day, rejection letters were actual letters.  They came in the mail… with stamps and an envelope… the whole nine.  I took a perverse pride in taping them to a prominent wall within my eye-line.  They were my mail order motivational posters.

Now?  Email. Can’t tape an email to a wall. Well, you can if you print it out first.  I’m not going to do that.

I’m just going to keep doing what I’m doing. If it happens, it happens.  I’ll be happy.  The work continues no matter what the mail (or email) brings.

I’ve been in the game long enough to not base my worth on stuff like this.  But, getting this on a Friday morning still stings a little.