I did not expect to get backhanded by extremely negative criticism first off after posting my work; I knew what I was posting as far as the comic was concerned that it wasn't my best work; but I wanted to show that I was working on it beyond just words on a page. I thought that might speak louder to my ability to produce a finished product and keep it going but apparently I was sorely mistaken.
Apparently, griever, telling someone their ideas are "intriguing" and that they "need a lot of work" amidst a sea of harsh, negative criticism is passable as constructive criticism to you, I'm glad for that. It means you obviously didn't grow up in the kind of home I did, where every article of clothing worn was scrutinized to see if it was wrinkled; where you got the enamel bleached off your teeth because they weren't white enough, where a straight A report card wasn't praised unless the report card before it also was a straight A report card. After 18 years of that, I have a higher standard for constructive criticism.
I'm so petrified of failure I never even applied to college, I work in a library taking care of the books that helped me cope with the awful hell that was my childhood. If I had the money to pay for it, I might go in hopes of improving my artwork, but I don't so it's not going to happen.
Every endeavor I have ever undertaken has been done after months, sometimes years of urging from my friends who are trying to build me back into something resembling a human being, not just a pathetic, terrified shell of one. Ticky's carelessness undid a lot of that work in a matter of minutes.
I'm still doing the comic, this is something that I need to do, for me more than anyone. But when it comes to getting a permanent home for it, I'd rather pay for web hosting than apply to another place like this. Not that you'd care, mind you given that you don't make any money off of running this.