Wednesday, November 29, 2006


You lousy so-and-so. That's what I'm sayin' to the devil booze in my head. "You lousy so-and-so."

Did people ever actually call each other so-and-sos? I don't think they ever did, no matter what the Hayes Code tells us. I think they've always called each other what they wanted to call each other. It's a shame, really. Because calling someone a so-and-so sounds nice and drunk. "I can't be bothered to think of something appropriate to call you, because I'm drunk and you're just spoiling my drunk, aren't you, you old so-and-so?" It also connotes that whatever you want to call such-and-such a person, it's too terrible a thing to say even amongst impolite company. "Even here with the rude boys, I feel that what I want to call you is too filthy for them to hear. What I want to call you is even too filthy for you to hear, you so-and-so." And, to fill the law of threes, it's also nice because it works on two levels. You know how nice it is to insult someone by pretending to forget their name? Well, call them a so-and-so, and you've just implied that you can't even remember what horrible thing you call them behind their back.

It's such a good phrase, we should consciously call everyone so-and-sos until it becomes a part of our personal patois. Once it pats our trois affectionately, yet firmly, we'll all find ourselves using the term without forethought. Eventually, we'll even get it down to three-two -and even onethought. Than no thought at all. And when we start using it without thinking, then we'll have it right where we want it. It's true.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006


So, I missed Jimmy Carter doing a book signing in my office last night. I feel pretty foolish. Of course, it was only a rumor he was going to be signing in our office. God forbid the onslaught of inter-office emails should mention this. It's much more interesting to see 80 people deny that an egg salad sandwich in the refrigerator isn't theirs. Anyway, he was there (because our security is tighter than Barnes & Noble's downstairs), and I missed it.

I'll link to Jog again, because (in his pimpin' of the new The Comics Journal) he mentions this: "...Joost Swarte, who’s also got a career retrospective collection coming in 2007 from Fantagraphics."

WHAT? FINALLY. Really. It's about robertfrippin' time. I hope it's more comprehensive than just retrospective. Of course, it's Fanta, so it will probably be stuffed to gills.

Also, I think I'm going to really like the Michael Dean era of The Comics Journal. This looks like the best issue since Milo George was in charge.

Saw this over at Tom Spurgeon's site: Peter Kuper's photo/drawing documentary of the Oaxaca riots. Click the individual links for beautiful images of things terrible and wonderful.

It's cover-dated December 26th, but I think the 2000AD Extreme Edition 19 is out. All written by Garth Ennis. 65 pages with art by Philip freakin Bond. 3 by Roger Langridge. Some others by some others. I've never actually read any 2000AD (for shame, I'm sure), but 65 pages of comics from Ennis and Bond? Can it be anything but great? It can? Okay. But maybe it IS great.

Not a link: You know what the most disturbing panel in the new Acme Novelty Library is? No, not that one. Not that one either. Noooo... Let me just tell you, okay? The kids are all being marched back from recess, and Ware uses some wonky foreshortening that makes it look as though the kids in the front of the line are taller and much further away than they are. It creeped me the fuck out. I know Ware thinks that traditional perspective doesn't work in comics (per his In The Studio interview), but that really wigged me, man. The rest of the book is marvelous, however, and a big improvement over the last instalment (which was pretty aces). It's nice to see him still improving as a cartoonist — "nice" is my new way of expressing utter jealousy. I wish I had those utters...

The new Big Questions is also super great, by the way. And the best one yet.

Oh, and the 6th Runaways book is fun. Best covers that book has had. Adrian Alphona is thisclose to falling off the crazy ledge, art-wise. I never saw that Kyle Baker hair coming, I'll tell you.

And the Brubaker/Lark Daredevil collection is better than I thought it would be. Even if they ARE pulling every prison cliché out (except the threat of rape). And even if the art would look better in black and white (proved by the supplemental feature). And even if his Kingpin seems a little out of character. He certainly nailed J. Jonah Jameson better than Bendis ever did.

Finally saw Easy Rider this weekend. I know, I know. You know what? It was really good. Of course you know that, though. I'm the last person in the world to see it.

Monday, November 27, 2006



Jog, whose face I know for my Death Note, points out that Eddie Campbell is now blogging.

For the both of you reading this that don't know who Eddie Campbell is (Hi Aubrey! Hi Jude!), he is one of the two greatest living cartoonists in the world (the other is Gilbert "Beto" Hernandez), with his sublime Alec/biographical books and his great Bacchus books. He was also the artist on From Hell, which was a great comic that got turned into an awful movie. He also inspired me to drink a lot of wine — I mean, he also inspired me to appreciate great wine. He is also one of the great storytellers of our modern era. He is also one of the best writers about comics and cartooning. He is also a very handsome man.

He's everything I want to be when I all grows up. I'm sure he'll even be a great blogger. Oh, look, he is.

And he really makes me want that new edition of From Hell. Unless that line about Alan Moore ISN'T a joke. Then I want THAT one. Or both.

Now I have to print some of my own comics, for the poor fellows at Comic Relief, on the same crappy printer I've been using from the start.

Saturday, November 25, 2006


First color test is looking pretty good. I'm going to bumb those mid buildings up a bit. Clean some stuff that showed up on the print test. But this might be what it basically looks like.

I'll sleep on it and start digitally assembling the book tomorrow.

Friday, November 24, 2006


The final inks for the cover for EMAW #8:

Now, onto the colors.


It felt like a good time to take five. Partially to step away from the board for a minute and partially to listen to Bowie's Lodger a little closer. And Low should be coming up on the itunes pretty soon too! The idea of doing a comic about Bowie and Eno in Berlin is one that's very appealing. One day...

Anyway, here's the cover inks so fars:

It's even got my first use of whiteout in a long while. Definitely looking like color.


Taking a moment of paws, now that the foreground inks are complete. Here's how they look:

I've got my work cut out for me on the backgrounds... but I want to get them done tonight.

While the interiors are likely going to be B&W, I think a fool-color cover will be the sweetness follows.

Let's here it for the long weekends! And the boy.


Finally finished the pencils on the cover for EMAW #8. I thought of the image and it gave me an idea for future covers, as well. The covers are going to address a major scene in the chapter, and also show you something that happens just before the chapter proper. That way, it actually serves a story-telling purpose. I'm not the first to do this, I won't be the last, but someday, I'll be the best.


Monday, November 20, 2006


The cover. I forgot about the cover. I have no cover. I need a cover. Where's my cover?

Sunday, November 19, 2006


Inks for the first chapter are done! 15 pages, lots of arguments with Hands, Mother Nature and tools are behind me.

It looks like it's going to be black and white afterall. I was working colors, textured and not-textured, different palletes and various approaches. None of them worked. There's nothing intrinsically 'black & white' about the whole thing, but it just FEELS black & white. Even though I left a lot open for color, and was thinking color all along.

There's something about sci-fi in black & white that appeals to me. I don't know what it is. Today, I'll blame Stanley Kubrick and George Lucas, who made me fall in love with sci-fi in the first place, and who had strong black & white sensibilities one time.

Here's the inked page 15:

Friday, November 17, 2006


It's been D-Man weather, all week, here at Cliff Face Headquarters. It's really impeding my inks. Decided to figure out those color tests I'd been working on. I've got about a dozen tests covering the Cliff Face Couch. Some are in the color of black and white. I really don't know what way this is gonna go.

I blame Gilbert Hernandez's lousy colors on the cover and gorgeous-as-usual black and white art inside 3 Daughters. Damn him for making me more confused as usual about what he was doing and then making me cry on the train. 3 Daughters is the least 'stand-alone' of Beto's collections, but acts as such a phenomenal closing note for his Palomar/Luba stories that it's hard to imagine more. Even though it leaves so many questions open. Like, "What happened to Pipo's face before that one scene?" "When did Pipo's body get so super-stylized?" "How can Pipo still idolize her ex-husband?" There are also a lot of questions left unanswered about the characters playing a more front-and-center role in this story. The book skips ahead, faster into the future with each chapter, showing us change without telling us why things happened. And then there's that utterly devastating ending. I started trying to figure out what was wrong with one of the characters, and then it became very clear and then I cried. On the train. It pissed me off. Mostly though, I just enjoyed spending a little more time with these messed up people.

I have one or two more tests I want to try out, but I need to go to bed for early workin's tomorrow. Groan.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

VOLUME 2!!!!!!!!

Just looked over DC's February solicits. All-Star Superman hardcover. Jeff Smith's Shazam. And...

Writers: Joe Orlando, Jack Oleck, Sergio Aragones, Gerry Conway, Len Wein, Sam Glanzman, Archie Goodwin, Len Wein, John Albano, Steve Skeates, Robert Kanigher, Virgil North, Michael Fleisher, E. Nelson Bridwell, Virgil Redondo, Sheldon Mayer, Steve Skeates and others

Artists: Bernie Wrightson, Sergio Aragones, Neal Adams, Nestor Redondo, Mort Meskin, Ralph Reese, Bernard Baily, Michael Wm. Kaluta, Tony Dezuñiga, Gray Morrow, Alex Toth, Wayne Howard, Nick Cardy, Joe Orlando, Gil Kane, Frank Giacoia, Jack Sparling, Leonard Starr, Dick Dillin, Mike Sekowsky, Wallace Wood, Jack Kirby, Rich Buckler, John Giunta, Bob Oksner, Bob Brown, George Roussos, Gene Colan, John Prentice, Ernie Chua, Jim Aparo, Win Mortimer, Alex Niño, Gerry Talaoc, George Tuska, E.R. Cruz, Ruben Yandoc, Alfredo Alcala, Rudy Nebres, Jose Delbo, Dan Green and others

Cover by Nick Cardy

Do you dare to enter the House of Mystery? This value-priced collection includes stories from HOUSE OF MYSTERY #195-211. These fantastic black-and-white tales of mystery and suspence from the 1970s feature thrilling stories with surprise twist endings that will keep readers on the edges of their seats!
Advance-solicited; on sale March 7 552 pg, B&W, $16.99 US

MARCH?!?!?!?! Still. It will EXIST. Some day. Some day in march. Is it March yet?

I'm also surprised it's another Cardy cover. You'd think Adams or Wrightson (presumably) would be the draw. And yet... CEMETARY CLOSED -- NO ONE DIES TODAY! If Joe Orlando ever wants to build me a Way-Back Machine and also turn me into a woman, I will have all his babies in the Seventies.

Also, I know it's advanced solicited, but they could've fixed the top of the image, even if they don't have the proper trade dress ready yet. However... AWESOMEAWESOMEAWESOME.


Page 12 is taking me forEVer to do. Really, I should have been able to bang this out pretty quickly, but the WEATHer is riDICulous. ARRGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!

Thickened the ink up enough that I was getting minimal bleed — or what feels like minimal bleed. It really isn't minimal enough, but I wanted to touch page like Foley. Since there was some ink layed, the page is curling up in strange an unusual places. Like running in sand. Wet sand. I can feel the paper is really too soft to work. Forget running a pen over the same area twice.

I did a little brush work, because at least that was coming out in a consistency similar to black. I can't wait to try and scan this wrinkled, uneven mess.

Fuckin' hells.

Monday, November 13, 2006


Oh. THAT'S Where Kanye West got the sample for Touch the Sky. It's the horns from Curtis Mayfield's Move On Up from Curtis.

Wow. I could've done that. He didn't even speed it up, Chipmunks style. That's depressing.

Almost as depressing as the fact that I had to buy this myself. Why didn't I get this album from Marcos? Or Kenny? Wha hoppened? I went through the cds. I went throught the hardest drives. Nothing, when there should have been THIS:

Kenny, I'm demoting you to cracka. Marcos, soulful white guy. And I'm promoting my self to farmer's tan.

Now I just have to find a lemon-yellow suit and a sunrise for my profile image...

Sunday, November 12, 2006



Thank you, inclement weather! I did a little inking today (about a third), but my large blacks are coming out washed and my pen lines are feathering out the edges.

And it's supposed to rain until THURSDAY.

Fuck me. I may have to run the air conditioner to dry the plays out.


So, I did some web work. Adjusted some New Store text and screwed something up. Marcos, why is the EMAW #4 listing no longer flush left? I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID!!!!

Did a little catching up on the reading Wow, Nextwave really does read like an old WEF thread. And Three Daughters is still awesome.

Worked on The List. You know what college-era album didn't age well? Ill Communication. Didn't that used to have, like, 8 hot tracks? No? You know what college-era album is still super classic? Illmatic. Now I wish every album that came out in 1994 had ILL in the title.

Otherwise, I've been more unproductive than I'd been in a while.

Maybe I should drink and watch some Marx Brothers.


I was scanning the pencils for Page 15 of Earth Minds Are Weak #8 for some supplemental material anyway. So, here they are. Pencils. Page 15.

Saturday, November 11, 2006


What follows are the three panels from Page 11 of Earth Minds Are Weak #8.

There will be 15 pages of story, in total. I was particularly fond of the gags on this page, and hope to further them in later chapters. The images are not yet retouched, and probably smaller than would be optimal, but they should give you an idea of what to expect.

Panel 1


Earth Minds Are Weak Page 11, Panel 2


Earth Minds Are Weak Page 11, Panel 3

ARE YOU Are You are you

Who's my bitch? BAM! Page 11! Slap it around! Beat it for love!

It was new and stiff, but I did some work with the 102, anyway. It softened up for page 11 for sweetness. I had been doing some of the tight lines with an Extra Fine rolling ball, but it was starting to bleed a little more than I like, and the ink was lying uneven. So, I switched back to the Hunt 102 for the first time in... probably since last winter. I was using the Ball because I was tired of waiting for the Higgins to dry and i thought I could get more precise. I was wrong. I'm sorry, Hunt 102. I beg your forgiveness.

On the subject of going back to olds, I think I'll be going back to illustration board once I run out of the Bristol I'm using. I've never printed work done on board in EMAW, but I think I'm ready for that sweet surface again.

Tomorrow, I tackle Pages 12–14. I expect it to be fun. And then Page 15, the big one. The Issue 1 Finale.


Pages 7–10 are now done. Inking. I'm looking back at Page 11 with the fear and trepidation. I need to nail it Yahoo Seriously.


Page 6 — DUN!
Page 7 — 8/10 Donne!
Page 8 — 1/2 Dune!
Page 9 — 8/10 Don!
Page 10 — 1/3 Down!

I should have them all in the Bagge tomorrow.

Page 11 is staring at me, telling me I'll never do it. I'll do it and make aces!
Pages 12–13 should be flush.
Page 15 will then be the royal sampler.

Didn't get to color test today, but I think I can get Jackson Five wit it if my mentals are trips to win.

Could issue 8 be the November surprise? Call me Mr. October.

Death Note 8 is another transitional volume, but it's solid and I expect payoff. Almost finished reading it.

Started the 3 Daughters, skipping the rest because I just couldn't wait. Some day I'll bore you with my "Beto is the freakin' Cézanne of comics" rant. Alabama slam it dowm, he's SO! AWESOME!

Friday, November 10, 2006


Well, one big reason for the blog is keeping me honest. Damn you, all-seeing computer!

Finished page five, inked borders for 6–15 and layed #4 brush down on 6–9. That is all. No tightness. I've been using these steel-tipped pens for tight lines, but I think I'm crackin' the Hunt 102s for the next couple pages.

Color tests continue. I've been going back and forth on the first page. Will try to do tests on pages 2–3 to get a good feel and the right palette.

And I bought an ass-load of comics. I knew the Dedini book was out today and Thrizzle #3 was out last week and Death Note #8 was out, but there were some little books that looked interesting AND a new Beto collection that took me by complete surprise. All told, tall dolladolla dropped. Still, it's an ace selection. Now I just need to find time to read them.

Beto's even got freakin' 11 new, unique to the collection, stories in this book. Some day, I will tell him to his face how much I hate him. Until then, I'll keep suffering through what I'm sure is another wonderful book. But I'm saving it for last, because I always save Beto for last. And read Death Note first. Those are the rules. This is the new number order.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006


This will be long and ranty.

Ok. On a day when it seems like there isn't enough good news coming in from the political world, when the first color tests of the new issue of Earth Minds Are Weak are looking remarkably positive, when I'm getting closer to putting that issue out, when Lost is on, when I'm in good health and looking forward to the future... I find myself consumed with rage. Utter, blinding rage. And I'm hoping that venting online is going to release enough of that rage to get on with my evening.

First of all, I'm doing this here, because it's a safe place that most likely won't result in my all-consuming rage being inflicted on the causes of my rage. I only have one problem with the person(s) in question, and I'd hate for that to ruin our working relationship.

A little background. A co-worker of mine, very nice guy, knows about my interest in comics and started talking to me about them a few months ago. He had never read comics, but was reading a lot about them in the press lately. So, he started having a thought that the novel he was writing might be better served as a comic, and he wanted a bit of an introduction into just what that would entail.

I lent him several books (the McSweeny's issue that Ware edited, Understanding Comics, Comics and Sequential Art, and a few others. Of them, he found the McCloud the most useful. He was surprised by how much burden the art was forced to carry in proper comics, as he basically percieved them as illustrated texts. We talked about things, he went home and tried breaking his story up into panels, I gave him reccomendations of other books he might want to explore. He was very excited about the whole thing, and only got a little disheartened when I told him that A) I didn't know anyone who just drew comics who wasn't a full-fledged cartoonist, B) that it was difficult to find people to work for a backend deal and C) that a remarkably fast carttonist might be able to work at a rate of a page a day, but that those people were ridiculously rare (his book is supposed to be well over 200 pages long). I pointed him in the direction of several websites that could be used as references and then disheartened him again when I told him that comics is one of the all-time best ways to lose money. Still, he was undaunted, even if the idea of actually walking into a comic book store baffled him.

Okay, I thought. I have no problem with him wanting to make comics. In fact, I'm all in favor of as many people making comics as possible. Hell, he even went out and bought some collections of Barefoot Gen. At the very least, we would have a new comics reader added to our ranks, and that's something I'm even more in favor of.

He's a big fan of The Strand, a New York book-seller that specializes in over-prints and used books, selling many of them for heavily discounted prices. I told him that they did carry graphic novels, although I'd rather support independent comic book stores because they're important, they carry my books, they have more-knowlegable staffs and they just have a greater variety than what you'll find at The Strand. But, if you want to get a bunch of quality books for a low price, it's a store that's hard to beat. Especially if you frequent said store anyway.

Last week, my co-worker walked up to me and asked if I had ever heard of the book in his hand. It was a copy of RAW #4. The big, over-sized RAW #4. "Oh my god! Have I ever HEARD of it? This is RAW, probably the greatest comics anthology of all time! Wow!" (I had to say "probably," because I had never SEEN the over-sized issues. I've only seen one of the smaller, second volumes. But, c'mon...)

It turns out he was scouring the Dollar Shelves that The Strand puts outside for donations they just want to get rid of. Then he tells me that he picked it up because it had Maus serialized inside, a book I had reccomended. He got a few more... The very first eight issues of RAW, all in nice shape and all for a dollar each. Eight dollars for the FIRST EIGHT ISSUES OF RAW. he said they had more stuff there, but didn't know much about it. I told him that he had hit upon the veritable Holy Grail of used book buying. Not only has a LOT of this material not been reprinted (particularly the english translations of Tardi and Swarte), but these books are incredibly rare and you have to pay incredibly high prices for them when you find them. AND they contain some of the best comics ever published. I told him that if he wanted to truly understand comics, the best way was to sudy these.

Then I ran out of the office and ran to The Strand to see what else they had. A lot of Epic Illustrateds, Heavy Metals, a Jimbo collection, some Moebius books and some foriegn anthologies I was barely familiar with. All for a dollar and on the same shelf as those RAWs. I'm guessing that someone in their mid–late forties passed away and someone donated them to The Strand, not realising what they had. Then someone at The Strand stuck clearance stickers on them, also not realising what they had. It's almost insane to think about these books sitting out there on a day like today, one block away from Forbidden Planet. In many ways, my co-worker rescued them, while stumbling upon one of the all-time great finds.

Today, he started talking to me about eBay, buying things (he's a bibliophile) and selling things. Finally, he gets to the part of the conversation where he tells me just what he's planning to sell. The copies of RAW he bought for a dollar each. It seems that the only part of our conversation that had any resonance with him was "pay incredibly high prices" part. And here's where I direct a fair bit of rage at myself.


So, he's telling me that he's planning on selling thse online. He read them over the weekend and sees NO INTRINSIC VALUE IN THEM ASIDE FROM WHAT I TRIED TO CONVEY. He tells me that he'll sell them online unless I know someone who would be interested in buying them. "I would!" "Well, you have me at a disadvantage, because you know how much I payed for them. Were you going to offer me $10?" "No! I'd give you more than that." "Because I emailed someone in England and they want to give me $750 for them."

Well, I can't top that, can I? But my rage goes far beyond simply wanting these books for myself. I've lived my entire life without owning or reading these books, I can suffer their absence from my life with little difficulty. So, what fills me with rage?

Well, the fact that someone interested in comics — interested im making comics was pretty much handed the Philosopher's Stone for a song, but sees NO INTRINSIC VALUE in it. That gets my goat a bit.

The fact the Art Spegleman would rather put out things like In the Shadow of No Towers and the Maus dvd than put these important works back into circulation. That's painfully ridiculous.

How about the fact that he's feeding the unscrupulous world of rare book dealing? Insuring that the only people who can get a chance to read these books are those that can afford them, most likely the people who will benefit the least from reading them? That certainly pisses off my inner communist.

Maybe there's something else that's got me fired up. The reason he wants to sell these, is that what he really wants is this. A purchase his wife won't let him make unless he can get the money outside of his salary.

That's right. An amazing collection of works by the word's greatest authors, including:
# Aristotle
# Austen
# Calvin
# Chaucer
# Copernicus
# Dante
# Darwin
# Dickens
# Freud
# Hippocrates
# Homer
# Marx
# Plato
# Shakespeare
# Tolstoy
# Tocqueville
# Twain
# Virgil
# - and dozens more!

One of the worst designed book series ever concieved, collecting the best-known and most readily available works ever written. Works that have been printed in thousands and hundreds of thousands different, better, cheaper editions, most of which he has already read.

Oh yeah. That's the Heart of Darkness, right there.

I feel better already.


Page 5 is 2/3 done. Stopped to scan so I can work at work on work I like. And clerical duties.


I need a new apartment, cause this one is a total mess. A man needs a maid. A maaaaaannnnnn neeeeedsssss a maaaaaiiiiddddddddd. Bob told Neil he liked the arrangement, so screw you. Thumbs.


I'm drinking Bruce's Sutter Home for House win. I'll drink Italian when we win the senate. If Hillary wins the presidency in 08, I'll pour out a 40 for all my fallen homies.


Listened to Hi Teknology 2. Wow. Even for a producer album, this was... mediocre. Thanks, Hi-Tek, for making a whole album of filler tracks. Actually, the beats are ok in that "Hi-Tek only makes filler beats anyway" way, but no one stepped up to the plate. It was like Talib, Nas, Busta, Q-Tip, et all were all batting champions stepping up to bat at a little league game, and then they decided to let the kids win. Hit it out of the park, dudes. If I was ten, I'd rather say Hank Aaron hit a home run off my preteenself than say I struck him out looking.

There was a metaphor in there somewhere.


I see Cee-Lo put out a greatest hits album. He's written one hit that isn't on it and co-written/performed on another that also isn't on it. The whole is two Goodie Mob tracks and a sampler from his two solo albums. I don't know if this makes me love him more or if this is another My Super Sweet 16 moment. Oh, Cee-Lo...


Fot the first time this season, Veronica Mars felt like the awesome again. I'm glad they've given up trying to appeal to the Gilmore Girls' few remaining fans and have decided to make the show The Show again.


If there was a Last FM of love, I'd fill mine with Jaques Tardi tonight.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006


This is the texture I blew last night. The paber bent in certain areas and the scanner picked that up.

So, I grey it out and use it as a texture. I'll probably reduce and tile it, maybe four to a page.


Work on the list continues apace. Not posting any because I'm going to overshoot 2007 by so much that it's not worth it to be writing for stuff that won't make it.

How much Eno will be on it? Lookin' the mucho. There's his pop, his ambient, his Roxy, his Bowie, his Devo, his Talking Heads, his U2...ENO!!!!


I bought the cheapest acrylic set I could find at the one art store I went to after work. Apparently I bought the slowest-drying acrylics on This is Planet Earth. So, color test waits until another day. Unless i wake up reallyreallyreally early tomorrow. Unlikely.

Page 3 is inked and page four is about halfway inked. I'm impressed by how well things are working even when they're not working as well as planned. Or just as planned. There are some added elements yet to be done, but I hope to get far enough ahead on the inks to fit them in and still get done on time. Luckily, some of these elements are things that I can use for issues and issues and issues to come.


Ok. Off to beds. Maybe I'll get 7 hors in tonight.

Monday, November 06, 2006


I'm creating a texture layer for my color tests. Wound up fabricating a straw with glossy photo paper and blowing paint for an hour. I forgot how light-headed an hour of blowin' can leave you...


So, I decided to start inking. I'm not 100% sold on the idea of chopping the first book in near-halves, but it certainly feels great to be inking. The pencilling is veryveryvery labor intensive (not that it will show), but when I'm inking, I've got most of the problems solved and I can just let the inks fly.

And I'm ok with it. I think I could've overcome the exhaustion and work-related time constraints a little easier if I didn't start getting that feeling that all the pencils were for naughts. The good news is that the inks are sitting right on that line between what I want it to look like and what I'm actually capable of doing. So, now I feel good, sort of like how I was feeling a week or two ago.

I'm about 1/3 of the way through inking page 3, which is also nice. It's ahead of my 15-page slow schedule (only one schedule this time; my calendar is getting confusing).

I'm looking at it, and I think it can work in black and white. I'm going to run some color tests, because I have some very specific ideas of what I'd like to accomplish. We'll see. I think it can look very nice in color, if what I want to do works. I definitely don't want there to be color just for the sake of adding color. It needs to be there for a reason. If it works, it will add several new layers to the book. It could take forever though, and I'm finding the idea of finishing next week alluring...

Sunday, November 05, 2006


So, exhaustion and the dayjob have conspired to slow my production down considerably. I'm in the process of finishing the pencils of Page 19, which actually puts me on the Slow Schedule, but the disparity between where the faster schedules would have me and where the Slow Schedule has me is growing exponentially.

I could still catch up with the Fast Schedule. I just need to get up through Page 23. But it's looking like the Ultra Schedule is now out of grasp.

But I'm having a thought.

No, it's not to bag the whole thing. I'm thinking about stopping. Stopping the pencils for a bit. Flex my other, more atrophied muscles. I was looking at the pages, and Page 15 would actually make a nice chapter break. Instead of having a 36-page first chapter with an obvious break in the middle, I could release this as a 15-page first chapter and an 18-page second chapter (one I'm already 4 pages into its pencils).

This appeals to me. First of all, it means hittin' ink that much faster. And then hittin' puters faster. And then getting the book out faster. The Ultra Schedule had me getting the book done just in time for New Year, but I'd need to pencil 12 more pages tonight. And that's not going to happen. The slow schedule has me finishing the book in the middle of FEBRUARY. Oyyyyyyyyy...

BUT, the slowest schedule I've devised has me finishing the 15-page chapter by mid-December. And THEN I could concievably have the NEXT chapter done for mid-February. Putting me on a bi-monthly release schedule! But I don't want to get too far ahead of mice elf.

I'm going to have some dinner and ponder.
eXTReMe Tracker