Back to a favourite theme of mine: anxiety. We all suffer from it to a degree, and therefore I find it a relatable topic.
I am now going to gear down my postings.
- It’s summer.
- Not through a paucity of material. I, in fact, have too much, and don’t want to swamp you with my work (too late, probably).
- Probably twice a week for the time being, as I concentrate on my Instagram following and work I am submitting. The less said the better, we cartoonists are a superstitious bunch.
My grandstand is full of audience plants. Hey, it’s the perception that counts!
My cartoons are like potato chips, eat one you have to eat them all. For more chips, I mean ‘toons, follow me at Wiltoons on INSTAGRAM!
A play on the oft-repeated phrase. That is ONE way to cope. Hello, duvet, my old friend.
Forgetting to take out the garbage out. Is there anything more anxiety-producing? It means you have to sneak out your garbage all that week and place it in your neighbours in the dead of night.
Clearly an exaggerated version of yours truly. I have a lot of fun writing this character which, I am sure, is costing me followers and those richly delicious likes.
Semi-autobiographical post. I would spend many hours destroying and dismantling bugs, as a child. I occasionally step on them, though I don’t go out of my way to do so, being a bit squeamish. Now, my teen kids ask me to ‘deal’ with insect situations – they are both not fans of bugs. I never kill them, choosing instead, to release them to the mercy of birds and other predators. Of course, the insect redress may never reach a balance – the scale still tips heavily with the many bugs I dispatched in childhood!