
And the dark night will soon be closing in
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Here we pick up the main narrative thread again. Last time, our protagonist had discovered that the human counsellor he was waiting to see has been replaced by a digital…something. He doesn’t quite know how it’s all going to work, but his mood has improved. And he seems to have left his trousers behind somewhere.

This one is a little out of narrative sequence. Just pretend that your past self read it a month or so ago and it will all make sense.

There will be new stuff next week (I promise) but in the meantime, here’s another old one, this time from the very early days when I was a lot more playful and carefree and did a lot of experiments with form and design. I felt very clever about this one, very innovative. I eventually realised though that anything I dared to try, George Herriman and Winsor McKay had already done – much better – a hundred years ago. But I still enjoy seeing this one (if I do say so myself).

Another old one while we wait for normal service to resume.
I like this one because it tells us, in a nice, concise way, who these people are and how their relationship works.

As I mentioned last time, I will be dragging a few old ones out of their dusty corners over the next couple of weeks. Today’s strip is an old, old one from sometime in the first decade of this century. It was originally published in Eggmen Book 1 (which is available in the gift shop).
Normal service will resume the week after next.

I was running a bit behind today but thought that, if I knuckled down, I’d be posting a new strip by mid-afternoon. Then I remembered that I don’t have access to a scanner until the week after next. Bugger. You fail to plan, you plan to fail, as they say. Anyway, in lieu of an actual finished comic strip, here’s how it’s going so far, from initial scribbles to lettering. People who aren’t cartoonists think sometimes that we just kind of draw the whole thing in one go and it’s all easy and happens quickly. Maybe some of us do. I have a process. It takes a while and a lot of things can go wrong if one’s not careful. I’ll post it here the week after next after I’ve managed to digitise it. In the meantime, that groaning sound is the vault door turning on its rusty hinges….


