I had been waiting to get into animation school to learn the art, occasionally attempting to write a short, until I found out Ed died at 23, with so many fans and well-loved animation.
I am 22. With nothing but some talent at drawing, work that hasn't seen the light of day, and perfectionism nagging at me to keep it that way until it looks professional. I'm probably not going to get in to school again this year, although I'm applying anyway. I don't know what I'll do if I don't get in this year. Most of my friends have graduated college by now. I'm still working McJobs, struggling to get by, striving for something to make my existence feel useful, even if it's just entertaining somebody.
I've taken up my tablet and started teaching myself to animate. I have a Preston Blair book, Disney's The Illusion of Life, and the internet at my disposal to learn from. I'm going to keep writing. I'm going to make art.
I'm doing it in memory of Edd.