I haven’t actually done a show with Nigel in years. The first few years that I was doing conventions, he was doing the same shows, so he kind of showed me the ropes: sharing crash space, travel, unabashed salesmanship. In the last panel my banner says “the devil’s accomplice.” …well, it will once I fixe the spelling on acomplice.
Octopus commission for a librarian.
I’m playing with Corel sketchpad.
I haven’t been to Houston yet, but Comicpalooza invited me and they’ve got an amazing line up. Â They’ve set me up for a panel on Saturday called “Humor: It’s more than just a joke.”
“Kerrelyn Sparks, Jennie Breeden, Steven Brust. Make your readers laugh, and they will love you for it! Â Join writters for a serious look at humor, as they presents ten ways to incorporatehumor into your writing and explain how humor can be used to help you”
And I’ve got my own panel on Sunday at 1pm “How to start a webcomic”.
I went to the East Atlanta Farmers Market There was vendors selling lots of lettuce but also goat cheese and home made yogurt. An ice cream vendor sold coconut lemon grass pops and bourbon pecan sorbe. I felt a bit out of place because I didn’t have a stroller. I was sitting next to one of the boxed gardens and ice cream van with my shoes off and munching on a grapefruit and mint pop. A woman was going to the ice cream stand and her little blond toddler walked right up to me and plopped down in my lap. Her mother apologized but I thought it was awesome. I told the mother that once before I had a random little girl sit down in my lap at a parade. Hours later another woman waved to the girl, her hair in the same ponytail as mine. The little girl looked from the other woman to me and jumped up. Turns out I looked like her baby sitter. At the farmers market, this little girls mother and I joked about how I had ice cream and her mom was just standing in line for ice cream but the toddler had no interest in my popsicle. A moment later I could feel … a rumbling in the toddlers diaper. I told her mom that she was, as my brother puts it, “having a meditation.” After that, the toddler got up and went with her family to a table to eat their ice cream. Apparently I make a lovely toilet. I’d be upset if the diaper had a leak, as it is I just think it’s cute.
ps. Guess who’s sitting on the park bench in the background?
I have about 80 recorded notes on the Boston Anime Convention with The Pirate Nigel and going to the Sheep and Wool festival with Happygoth and Dragon Con goddess. The thing is, both of these “story lines” will take about a day to map out. I have to write out each comic so that I can figure out what goes first, make sure I get all the points, and there’s some sort of flow from beginning to end… ish. So I try to put some filler in between the ren fest comics and the rest. So thursday and friday will be “filler”.
I’ve wanted to do a comic about this for a while. When you sit down in the bathroom and find a good book and then next thing you know your feet are asleep and family members are pronouncing you dead. I’m shaking my foot in that first panel because it’s fallen asleep. I like how I’ve got myself draped over Obby. I have been told that I have to stop finishing a comic with Obby’s face in my boobs. So this one just has his chin in there.
Third panel, you can always tell when I’ve used photo reference.
I needed filler to end the Ren Fest comics and give a buffer before the Anime Boston and Sheep and Wool cartoons. Obby did not, in fact, hose me off at the door. I did try to wipe off as much of the makeup as I could before the drive home. I went strait to the shower without touching anything. I was covered in Cake Makeup and dust from the fair.
I’m still finding green makeup in my ears.
