Life is crazy and shit. About two years ago (Feb/2012) I started writing a web comic. The whole thing happened quite fast. I posted a comic about PMS on 9gag and reacher 40k votes. Then I thought to myself: "Yeah, I could do this for real!". And it happens that it actually happened. It's so rewarding to have people who read me every week.
Well, that was the first step into becoming a real illustrator. Soon some people started asking me if I would do a "lil drawing" for them and how much I'd charge to work for them.
It was a long way to discover how much I should charge for something that I was doing for free my whole life. So I started timing my work and calculating how much I'd have to charge so I could... Eat and pay rent and shit.
I am really happy to be an illustrator nowadays. It has been a rough path and I am currently really frustrated with my own work, but these are parts of the process I guess.
Now I started College and it's hard and I have time for nothing, but I can feel how much my work is improving and the long way I need to ride until I have a trully professional and satisfying work.
I am not listening to Tchaikovsky nor eating peanut butter but I can't find the way of changing that status. :/