So I set up a lemonade stall and robbed a few homeless people to get together enough money to print off 20 copies of the first 1-17 pages of this ‘ere comic book. Thought I’d put a few photos on here if anyone was in need of a peek to sneak.
Although the terrible incident with the door was a long time ago, Michael still occasionally feels an acute inferiority complex.
Finally I’ve managed to force enough space in my schedule to work on this for a while. I’m glad, too. Environments and landscapes from the next few scenes have been filling my imagination for some time now. It’ll be good to get them on paper at last.
‘It’s taken a while to get round to it, but I have finally said to myself “I will read this first chapter of a graphic novel” (a format I was convinced I hated having bought you various horrible-looking ones for recent birthdays and Christmases). To my reluctant surprise I was engaged by the combination of the theme, story line and illustration - yes I would like to read more…it was like entering another visual world…’
- Anne Toler
First, family, next, the universe. Thank you Anne, this means a lot. Converting people always brings an extra tinge of satisfaction!
Many thanks Tom, for your endorsement! And to Michael for his continued efforts, no doubt up to the ankles right now in what I stubbornly picture to be a darkened room with a cesspit of paint and soggy paper and a single light bulb swinging to and fro from the ceiling like the ticking pendulum of death. What a fine fellow. And he paints it all with his elbows.
More updates soon.