Mini-Zine Review: On Self-Motivation by Kathy Sarpi

On Self-Motivation

On Self-Motivation
Kathy Sarpi
www.kathyaudrey.storenvy.com
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Hello, zine I bought on first sight! Sometimes, you just know about a zine, and I just knew about this zine when I saw it on sale at Festival of the Photocopier.

No regrets whatsoever, and we have another lovely addition to my ‘forever keeps’ zine pile. Lurve.

I love the art style in this zine. On Self-Motivation really tempted me to break my ‘no pictures of the insides’ rule in regard to zines. Luck is with us, however, in that I have no such qualms for posting awesome little pictures that happen to be on the back cover.

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Kathy’s style reminds me of graphic novels I used to read when I was younger – the Boneville series, I think it was called. I’ll probably look back and see that they’re nothing alike, but what I’m trying to get at is I love the combination of thick lines and thin details coming together to create something that manages to look so fluid. Everything is sort of round and squishy.

Given the content of the zine (self-doubt, fear of failure), I think it’s perfect. Whenever I am having a bad day or am on the cusp losing it in some way, I always describe it as ‘melting into a puddle’. Thus the art is perfect in a subtle sort of way. Plus the message itself is a beautifully simple one that we creatives need to hear. Sometimes often.

Anyway, all up?

I want to give this zine to all of my friends who create to remind them that we all doubt.

(Plus, I should keep this on my desk at all times to battle on my behalf with the Doubt Monster.)

Mini-Zine Review: Proof I Exist #23 – Questions and Answers

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Proof I Exist #23 – Questions and Answers
Billy
http://wemakezines.ning.com/profile/BillyDaBunny
https://www.etsy.com/au/shop/iknowbilly

This zine came unexpectedly from Billy da Bunny himself along with some awesome happy mail.

I don’t remember 100%, but I think this is the first zine I’ve read that is about zines. As you can imagine, it’s like taking my love for zines and squaring it. Awesomeness all around.

Proof I Exist #23 – Questions and Answers is the product of a talk Billy gave to a class on the topic of zines. They were having so much fun that they didn’t get through all the questions. He thought he’d take those questions and turn it into a zine. (Right on.)

I like reading the writing of strong voices. People who prefer to teach than preach. Billy knows his zines, and he knows what they do for him and the world. He’s found this great medium between prattling on too much and not saying enough. He answers the questions completely but manages to get you thinking at the same time. (I don’t know about you, but I’ve had some teachers answer a question too thoroughly so independent thought wasn’t exactly encouraged.) What makes a good zine, why zines are important in society… He answers questions I’ve heard plenty of times and more on top of that.

I thought this would be a short read, being a mini and not a lot of pages. I was pleasantly surprised when I slowed down from the first question. I enjoyed taking my time to think about what Billy was saying and thinking about how I would respond to the same questions.

While this doesn’t delve so much into the history of zines, I would not hesitate to give this to someone who wants to know more about the whole ‘zine thing’.

The Great Easter Sleep

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Last week I talked about depression starting to get the better of me. Thanks to the power of scheduled posting as well as knowing when to give in and sleep however much I needed to sleep, things are looking brighter.

Not literally, though. It’s quite overcast and dreary out. You win some, you lose some.

I did go out for groceries with Wanderer and almost completely melted into a puddle of tears, so I know that I need to take things easy on myself and not rush back into ‘normal’. I let go (mostly) of what I thought I ‘should’ be doing and went with the flow. A flow that led me to sleeping more on Easter than I have in a long time, but that’s okay.

A lot of good things have been happening, though, to help lift things. Where I may not be able to help some friends in dark times, I am able to help others in need. The generosity of people who donated to my Kickstarter so far is wonderful. I might not reach the goal, but I’ll still have a good feeling about the generosity of strangers.

Onward.

Call For… Help

I went back and forth multiple times in my head about whether I should post this. I’ve always reserved weekends for other people’s stuff (save the occasional Dear Anonymous call), so it felt a little selfish – even on my own blog – to post something like this.

But reality is what it is. If there is anything I learned from Amanda Palmer’s TED Talk: The Art of Asking, it’s that it’s okay to let people in. It’s okay to ask, and it’s okay to receive.

It’s not a failure to have to ask for help.

Kickstarter Campaign

(Click on the image to go directly to the campaign page.)

I love zines. You know how much I love zines because I prattle on about it in practically every other post here. They are my work and my pleasure in a world that doesn’t offer a lot of work to someone who has what I call my ‘quirks’. They are a mode of expression that has never been stolen from me by depression.

I have two zines (including the long-awaited Dear Anonymous 4) ready to print as well as a couple more on the way. The thing is, I can’t print them – and won’t be able to do so anytime soon.

Things are financially very tight right now (for reasons I can explain if you care to know them), and I don’t foresee me being able to get the ink and paper I need to be able to make Dear Anonymous 4 (and other zines).

If you think you can help me out, be it with a like or share, or if you can spare some change, you can click on the image above, or you can click right here to go to the page.

I appreciate any help in any form given. If there is anything I can do for you (be it in return gesture or in general), please let me know.

I know money can be a sensitive subject. I hope none of you think less of me for asking like this.

Most of all? I hope you’re having a fantastic holiday weekend. 🙂

Mini-Zine Review: A History of Abandoned Hobbies

A History of Abandoned Hobbies

A History of Abandoned Hobbies
Jane Cantwell
https://www.etsy.com/au/shop/AdventuresinKindness
#luckyjarzines

I got this, A Guide to Being Cool, A Guide to Letter Writing, and A Guide to Op Shopping as a lovely little bundle.*

The moment I saw this zine, I got to thinking about all the hobbies I’ve started and later abandoned through forgetfulness, negligence, etc. What a fun topic for a zine.

This is a lovely full-colour A7-sized zine. It’s a mixture of art, solid squares of colour, and words. I love how it’s all laid out, and Jane had me from “I bought a book. i never read it.”

I’d love to see an even bigger version of this.

PS. If you ever see this, Jane, I totally hear you on poetry.

*The links will only begin working as the other reviews are posted.

Mini-Zine Review: The Do-It-Yourself Guide to Fighting the Big Motherfuckin’ Sad

The Do-It-Yourself Guide to Fighting the Big Motherfuckin Sad

The Do-It-Yourself Guide to Fighting the Big Motherfuckin’ Sad
Adam Gnade
http://pioneerspress.com/products/the-do-it-yourself-guide-to-fighting-the-big-motherfuckin-sad

Okay, so reviewing this might stir up a few feelings in regards to what is/isn’t a zine. Does the binding matter? Does an ISBN make it not a zine? Frankly, I’m not sure where I draw the line. I think that the message in this zine/book/??? is important enough to look past defining lines to what is actually being written about. This started as a zine, so I’m willing to see it as such.

Anywho.

This is one of those zines that I saw at some point, it got stuck in my head, and before I knew it, it’d been on my wishlist for ages without me any the wiser as to when and where I first saw it. I wasn’t exactly sure what I’d get out of it, but I knew I wanted it.

In ‘The Do-It-Yourself Guide to Fighting the Big Motherfuckin’ Sad’, Adam Gnade takes you through a journey of self-examination, examining other people – in general and in your life, examining what it is to fight for life and what it is to cope… There’s so much happening in this zine, and yet you wouldn’t think it – even flipping through the pages. The topics are deep and complex-if-you-want-them-to-be like brand new thought gardens, just waiting for you to plant some thoughts and let them grow. (Workable metaphor? I hope, because I like it.)

This zine turned out to be even more than I could have anticipated. It’s not ‘let’s sit down and talk about depression’; it’s ‘let’s sit down and talk about how to deal with life’. While I was reading it, I felt like he was talking to me as a fellow person who thought the world was bloody hard to live in rather than talking to me about depression. At no point did I feel like it was about the label – even as he wrote about drug therapy. It was always simply about life.

I’ve mentioned before here how much I love lists, and this zine has plenty of them throughout. It’s nice to have that break when you’re dealing with such a heavy topic. It helped balance out the pace of reading the non-list sections.

Without a table of contents, I didn’t really know what I was in for. There was the title, of course, but little else to let me know what I’d be reading. Looking back on it, I’m glad for that. That’s not to say I’d be against a TOC, but I liked the ‘winding journey’ element to reading this zine. I liked not quite knowing what was coming up next. The clear breaks/titles were all that was needed – and only needed so I could have a clear stopping place while I thought back on what I’d read.

I did a lot of thinking back on what I’d read.

One special entry that I really appreciated was ‘Helping Your Friends Get Through It’. I like that Gnade didn’t automatically assume that his only readership would be amongst people who were dealing with the problem rather than people wanting to know how to help others with the problem. It’s a small section – not even a full page – but I think it’s a very important not-a-full-page.

On the technical side of things, as a zine maker, I found it quite interesting to see how a zine translates into a more ‘bookish’ form. You’d think it would be easy, but as someone who makes/formats both, it might not be as 1 to 1 as you think. While I by no means give up my love for the traditional ways of binding zines, I do love how this is bound while maintaining the more zine-esque qualities of a cardstock cover and black and white interior pages.

PS. Totally excited that I got a purple one. <3

Mini-Zine Review: Shakespeare’s Lovers: Twelfth Night

Shakespeare's Lovers - Twelfth Night

Shakespeare’s Lovers: Twelfth Night
Bloomurder
https://www.etsy.com/au/shop/BLOOMURDER

Remember that time when I found a shiny orange zine and loved it so much that I demanded then and there that I must have the whole set? Yeah, totally got my hands on the other two.

Shakespeare’s Lovers: Twelfth Night is the second in the series and has another pretty cover – this time in beautiful dark blue. Like Shakespeare’s Lovers: Macbeth, a brief introduction is followed by a synopsis and examinations of the individual characters (three this time: Orsino, Olivia, and Viola).

You have to admire someone who can take a plot as complex as Twelfth Night and turn it into three easy-to-understand A6 pages.

Once again, once I started reading, I couldn’t stop until I’d read it through. I must admit that I’m not exactly a hardcore Shakespeare fan, but I like Bloomurder’s synopsis style and character analyses. I liked seeing Bloomurder’s enthusiasm for Viola’s character, as she’s also a favourite of mine. I think there is something really beautiful about seeing/reading/experiencing something someone has created purely for the love of that subject.

I love Twelfth Night, but I’m hoping to see A Midsummer Night’s Dream come next. <3

Check out this zine series!

Hello, Depression

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It still doesn’t feel like all that long ago when I decided to ‘say it loud, say it proud’ with this blog and my love of zines. Like up until that point, it was kind of an occasional side activity. Since then, I’ve been waiting. Waiting for the Black Dog to show up, and waiting to see how I’d handle it.

Too many times I have let depression mess up the things I love. When all you do in the world is produce words and art, people stop paying attention to you pretty quickly when you’re not producing words and art. In darker moments, I wonder if I could be selling more books if I could just power through. If I could have more zines produced, more cards made, more journals sewn.

But this, this blog. I’ve been both fascinated and terrified at the prospect of facing depression since I’ve really jumped into this blog.

Alas, here we are.

It’s been a while, so I didn’t really recognise the signs. For me, I was just working hard, and who wouldn’t want to escape into some gaming at night after working hard all day. That I was falling behind with comment replies and blog follow-ups… Well, more were coming in. It didn’t seem that bizarre to be falling behind in the face of more to do. I suppose what should have really alerted me was how easy it was to forget the world outside my office room. Losing yourself in your work is one thing, but losing the outside world?

This weekend I received some bad news about a friend. The doctors found cancer. It’s all about the family now, and I get that, having been ‘touched’ by cancer as they say. (I’d say ‘bombarded’ or ‘scarred’ would be a better word, but that’s another line of thought for another day.) But it broke something in me. I kept my tears to a minimum, but at home with Wanderer, I cried as much as I needed to. Said the words I needed to say for the simple act of being heard by someone. But that news made everything so much clearer about my mental state and what I’d been doing to myself to cover it up.

My black dog has come to stay for a while, and that’s okay.

There’s nothing harder for me than to have to stand back and keep my mouth shut when I want to help. But it’s been made clear to me that friends can be incredibly close, but friends are not family – and this is a family matter.

There is a light to be found, as there often is. My black dog is here, willing me to stay in bed, to stay in the land of sleep where I don’t need to think. It’s on my chest, making it hard to breathe, in and on my head, and wrapped around my shoulders.

But here I am. Writing. Self-soothing.

Go figure.