# Crossover

My mentality was "I’m a fucking great writer," though I had no proof of that. That was my first mistake.

One of the hardest things about publishing is soliciting an audience. Unless you happen to be famous, you’re going to have to put in a lot of work.

... I still could feel that cursed imposter syndrome setting up camp in my gut, a disruptive, loud-as-shit tenant, if there ever was one.

As appealing as it is, getting published traditionally comes at a price.

This is when things get real. You’re about to embark on the graphic novel equivalent of “Principal Photography.”

Creating art takes time. With every additional page, the production schedule gets longer. And the longer it takes to produce, the longer it will be before you can bring your project to market.

During one pitch, we were asked if our screenplay was based on a graphic novel. The answer was no, but it had crossed our minds to adapt it in the opposite direction.

As the rejections racked up, we felt frustrated: How is no one seeing what we’re seeing? This is the right comedy for the right time ...

Too many writers jump into projects without knowing what their role is as an artist.

"... the country right now is so fucking political and divided that the only safety you have is if you feel that the art is regurgitating your own opinions and political beliefs back at you. I find that incredibly boring."

"I just want to put stuff out there that reminds people how we are not only interconnected, but we're codependent. And we won't accept that, like we actually kind of all need each other." - Kemp Powers

The first pass was—traumatic. I was re-reading every single word of my novel, dissecting where I could have written it better, second-guessing so many things. I had to stop that critic in my head just so I could get the work done.

I knew about 12 pt. Courier font, hiding exposition, keeping descriptions short ... but I had no idea how to write a middle grade memoir.

The death knell of a writer is to become bored, or even worse, blocked. I’ve avoided this plague by keeping myself challenged and engaged in different mediums.

Eight minutes of movie, zero spoken lines, and I still can barely write about it without crying.