A few years back I decided to go all-in on trying to get a cartoon published in the New Yorker. I had already given up on my childhood dream of being a professional cartoonist, but wanted to try one last shot at the "big time". I told myself I would spend a year doing 100 cartoons, and then would let it die.
For those that don't know, cartooning is one of the few forms of media that still takes open submissions. The New Yorker is seen by many as the ultimate prize, due to the massive number of entrants and extremely limited amount they accept.
I spent the first three months refining my art style. While I was doing that I also worked on my writing. I wrote 100 jokes, and without looking at them again I threw them in the trash. I figured I had to get the bad ones out of my system. I then wrote ONE THOUSAND jokes and picked the best 100 to draw.
The New Yorker takes open submissions, but it's not because they want to buy some random person's cartoon. What they are really looking for is a new cartoonist to add to their stable. From talking to cartooning friends, I was encouraged to submit batches every week without fail to get their attention. I started with 5 cartoons a week.
For the next few weeks I drew and drew and drew. Never missing a submission.
About a month in, I got package in the mail. It was my first batch back and with a handwritten note! It said "Great. Keep submitting!" I was elated. I was like this is happening. I am going to do this. I drew and drew and submitted every single week. Then the third week's batch came back with a note to tighten up my drawing. I took the advice to heart and decided I need to spend more time drafting layouts and backgrounds. I spent hours, often past midnight, plugging away.
Weeks went by. Then months. No more responses. I then got back a whole stack of submissions with a form letter. I kept drawing and submitting until I got to the end. Never heard anything else back.
It was a huge piece of my life for almost an entire year, but I never think or talk about it. It's like I've blocked it out of my mind. I saw a New Yorker cartoon today and it brought back this flood of emotions - from hope to joy to sorrow. Anyway, just thought I'd share. If anyone is interested in seeing the cartoons I submitted they are linked below. Or if anyone just wants to talk shop about comics/cartooning hit me up.
http://jessesnewyorkerattempt.tumblr.com/