Monday, January 26, 2015

Why you shouldn't become a professional cartoonist

[Tom] Toro has since moved into his own apartment, and he continues to submit a dozen or so cartoons to the New Yorker weekly. In the past year and a half, the magazine has bought 16 of his 1,600 submissions. "It's a kind of life of rejection," Toro deadpans. "It's a bittersweet game of odds, and you have to overwhelm them."

Among the bittersweet realities of Toro's cartooning success is that the pay is mediocre. The New Yorker abandoned its staff cartoonists several years ago and now offers its stable of 30 or so regular ones a fee of $675 per cartoon, with old-timers such as Roz Chast and George Booth probably earning more.
--Tamara Straus, SFGate, on overwhelming supply meeting tepid demand. FYI, 16 * 675 / 1.5 = $7,200 per year

Every cartoonist I know has a second career doing something else, or is married to a lawyer. How I make ends meet is I work part-time customer service jobs, and if that’s not enough I shamelessly mooch off my parents. I’m almost thirty-two years old. Welcome to the paradise of the modern artist. ...

This is pretty much the plateau. There’s no better venue than The New Yorker. It’s the acme of cartooning.