That means ‘on the way’ to us, not German folks.
Which is funny, as that was the name of my last short comic.
Anyhoo, I’ve been doing lots and lots of illustration things recently and a lot less comic things. And it has not gone unnoticed by the lovely, interesting people of the indie comic scene.
So, at the behest of these great people, I am now returning to the realms of comics and thing making a short NEARLY WORDLESS (oh yus) six page comic for your visual consumption.
I don’t want to say too much (I mean, it’s only 6 pages. If I sneeze I’ll have pretty much have given it away) but I thought I’d upload a few odds and ends from the story in progress to whet those appetites.
Enjoy, not long to wait. Plan is to unveil around September time.
They’re at it again! The Broken Frontier boys are gracing the internet with a wee bit of Bagley love and spreading the joy of my, and others’ short, fun and utterly FREE comic goodies.
It’s a neat little post that showcases some definite ones to pay a visit to, including the twisted and Brilliant EdieOP, Elizabeth Querstet and Team Girl Comic…as well as saying some nice things about little old me!
Check these guys out, holding the comic bok fort from the XX chromosome end of the scale!
It’s that time of year again when the comic competitions start building as we all start getting excited for the convention season! And with my table for Comiket well and truly booked, I’m certainly no exception. In the name of getting in the graphic mood, I’ve just finished and submitted this years entry for the Jonathan Cape/Observer graphic short story prize. This year’s tale in four pages wanders a little further into romantic territory than I’d usually care to, but I was inevitably going to have to accept the existence my estrogen levels at some point so here we are.
And before anyone asks, yes. Of course I had to stay up all night to finish it. When have I ever, EVER not had to push a project right up to the wire?
I mean, this whole illustration business just wouldn’t be fun if it didn’t result in regular stints of self abusingly painful sleep deprivation now would it?