ROB OSBORNE | Go Forth & Conquer

I'm Rob Osborne, and I want to conquer the world. Oh, and I produce this blog. It's my gift to you. Please, enjoy.

So a little bit about me. I'm an artist, a writer, a creative thinker, a runner, a husband, a father, and everything else. I draw cartoons, design things, make things go.

Are you interested in art? Living a life of adventure? World domination? Then you may like what's happening here.

The world is yours. Go forth and conquer!

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For more, visit: http://robosborne.net
And: http://absolutetyrant.com

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If you’re looking for a picture of Yours Truly, look no further.

From the file titled 1000 Steps, Vol. 2, this artwork shows a grown man in the kiddie rocketship ride. Going somewhere fast, obviously. The text, which is missing, says as much. Any questions?

Most folks play it real safe. If you want to make progress, you have to hang it out there.

When I first conceived 1000 Steps To World Domination, I  was an unpublished cartoonist, bursting with ambition. However, the circumstances were not promising. I wanted to start a career writing and drawing comics, but I was a nobody-cartoonist making lousy comics.

In the summer of 2002, I attended San Diego Comic-Con, where I shared my portfolio with a senior editor at Marvel Comics. He said, “You have a long way to go.” He was being kind.

That sobering bit of professional feedback came on the heels of a form letter rejection from the comics distributor Diamond Comics. Back then, the dream was to self-publish indie comics and produce the next Cerebus or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I submitted Monocle, my trite, sophomoric stab at superhero comics, and it was bounced.

By email, I requested an explanation. The representative at the distributor told me that the comic book rack is filled with all the superhero comics readers could want. Go do something else. Your superhero book won’t sell.

Rejected by mainstream comics and with a stack of unpublishable pages, I returned home from San Diego with no prospects. I was burdened with doubt. The storm clouds were gathered. There would be no parade.

But I had a burning desire, so I did the only thing I knew to do. I got busy making comics.