And what would give me such a ridiculously inflated sense of self-worth?
I’ll get to that next.
WOO! We’ve got books!
Here are all the ways how to book.
OPTION 1. Quickest option, no signature/sketch. $10 plus shipping, over here.
OPTION 2. No signature/sketch, but you get the good karma from supporting a local Twin Cities bookshop. You can pick one up for $10 at The Source right now.
More places will be listed here as I get to ‘em!
OPTION 3. Want your copy personalized? You got it! Shoot an email to firstname.lastname@example.org with the following info:
- how many books you want,
- if you want the book(s) dedicated to someone (tell me who!),
- what you want drawn,
- where I’m mailing the books,
- if you want ‘em shipped by Media Mail ($13.50, package tracking included; gets there in 3-8 days) or Priority ($15.50, tracking included, gets there in 2-3 days), and
- how you’re paying.
Paypal, checks, and money orders work for payment. (I *can* take cash/Visa/Mastercard, especially at conventions/in person, but know before you pay these ways through the mail that IT’S RISKY and I can’t help you out if something happens to your cash or info!) Paypal payments go to email@example.com ; checks/MOs will get a reply email letting you know who to make ‘em out to and where to send ‘em.
Feel free to get as specific as you like with sketch instructions, but keep in mind it’s gonna be in the doodle-blob style of the comic. Saying “surprise me” will net you a sketch of whatever Pokemon’s going through my head at the time. “Whatever” or “I don’t care” means I’m drawing you a dong with googly eyes, or an emoticon on the head, or a teeny party hat on it, or somesuch. BEWARE UNINTENTIONALLY ASKING FOR DONGS is what I’m saying.
So one day I got so tired of putting off drawing anything for my main project, Grey Bouquet, that I started drawing this instead.
Before I know it, I’ve got almost twenty strips sitting here in front of me, and my fellow comic-artist buddies are psyched. “You’re doing an autobiographical comic? FINALLY!” they all say. And I’m thinking, well, damn. Guess this is officially A Thing now. And I’ve been having such a fun time doing ‘em, there’s no way I can stop here.
If the art for these strips is all doodly and horrible, it’s kinda meant to be. This comic was built to trip up my usual MUST. DETAIL. THE LINES perfectionism by sticking to just one rule: I can’t erase something in these strips more than twice. If it takes more than three tries, too bad– I’ve gotta move on. Getting crappy lines onto paper, I’m finding, is way more fulfilling than thinking about how I could draw them better and ending up with a bunch of blank pages to show for it.
Here I go!
[ploosh into the shallow end]