Creating Comics At Last

Whilst spending 5 spare minute looking at my place holder indiegogo  I tried to look at it with fresh eyes. walking past the pc and glancing at it.(I know) i even ran upstairs to my attic lair and casually looked at the screen as i entered. The pictures ,while brilliant, were black and white.I couldn't afford colour. was this gonna work ? were people going to skip over my thumb nail image of exquisitely drawn but colourless alien ne'er do wells?  I needed a rethink ,one awesome colour image a splash page depicting everything i wanted the comic to be violence sci fi and comedy.(fun for all the family) a picture paints a thousand words,but only if its in glorious technicolour. the price wont be paid in money. Like most writers it would be paid in things I'd have to sacrifice . Food would be replaced with with cheap Scandinavian supermarket beans. Old steel toecap boots  that let in water are no longer in desperate need of replacement they are now reclassified a

Today in a struggle with my father the fingers on my left hand  are bruised and they hurt when I type. For several years I have been a carer. My fathers decades of alcoholism(and my mom's) finally caught up with him in his late 50s. Rather than take the direct approach and die of liver cirrhosis like mother he instead opted for the much more fun route of Korsakoff’s syndrome. He started going into his own world for hours at a time at family gatherings  even when his favourite subject ,politics, was brought up he would sit silent  . Once on  a journey to a nearby opticians he confidently guided me around in circles for over an hour.I eventually exploded ,reminding him that he had just take his  fourth 90 degree right turn in a row.Whilst I began loudly explaining that we were going back on ourselves again,I realised he didn't understand .He feigned understanding. Later he would feign recognition  of people, friends then eventually  family members. I found my

When I write,I write quick . A few drafts ,not a lot of indecision. Dialogue gets a few goes (as its harder to sound realistic) but mostly it just flows freely. so why am i endlessly second guessing my indiegogo statement? Sum up your project,in a few words?? No that's too much? Still Too much? I'm all for brevity , I want to catch peoples attention  before they skip to the next project . Yet, condensing my baby down to its most attractive, distilled form  is proving most difficult. I could write more on the subject than there are words in the comic. So I'll just throw out my super brief statement about the comic and let the fates decide. KreeKraw and Kris are two aliens with a rare gift for stumbling into trouble . Lost in the void with no friends and a galaxy of hostile strangers. They must rely on each other and extreme violence to solve there problems. Bring it on. .

I'm Creating a place holder indiegogo while my promotional art continues to trickle in. Then ,apparently, its also tradition to make a short promotional video about the comic as well. A slow montage of the images sliding by with some copyright free music in the background,I suspect will be the way to go. I'm close to the point where i put everything on the line. All the art I've commissioned  The characters I've created The story I love , but will others feel the same? I'm afraid of rejection as i mentioned before but I cant let that stop me. even if it fails I'll try again , i know I'll be too pissed off to do anything other that come at it even harder. now to learn the wonderful world of shilling and promoting on the internet, not my forte . chin chin

Art continues to role in at a fair old pace, and despite my nervousness  about this whole crazy endeavour , It seems like the project has taken on a life on its own. The pictures keep coming ,my fictional universe now exists on paper not just in my addled head. Soon ,god-willing, it will be spread to my reader's skulls and then the virus can really take hold. Its a strange feeling knowing someone you've never met is busy beavering away on your batshit crazy dreams on another continent . E mails from a world away arrive with brilliant pristine pics  instead of the amateurish rough sketches I sent the other way. Feels Like getting someone to spin straw into gold  then sending it back to you. Everyday the universe feels more real and tangible and despite my fear.  I cant wait for it to be real to others too.

It's all becoming real. I thought about making my own comic book for years.plotted,planned,wrote,rewrote.but nothing prepares you, For the terror. I contacted an artist ,told him  what wanted, sent some PayPal money based on a rough sketch  and prayed to jebus it would all come good. And it did, the sketch was unbelievable, my long held imaginary character was on my screen looking cool as hell. There  has been no elation in my life that comes close to seeing my dream realised , I was happy for days ,I bounced around showing everyone my picture on my crappy old phone screen. people were excited for me and wished me luck. so why was I so nervous?? Because it was all so real, Because it could all be taken away from me by vast impersonal forces beyond my control. Because people might not like my stuff. There we have it The other reasons  while valid were not the truth about why i was so dam shaky all the time. It was the small child, afraid of his first day of s

I've always loved comics. Perhaps that's a silly thing to say  since this is a blog detailing my comic creating journey, but in this day and age it needs to be said. There are at present far too many people who seems to treat the medium as a way to express there politics or simply put in the bare minimum effort possible to slip past an equally uncaring assistant editor. That aint me. A lot of people have a story about the first time they read a comic or the first comic that really wowed them.To be honest I dont remember my first because I have always had comics . I remember them being read to me as an infant ,they spurned me on to learn to read as a 4 year old and helped distract me from all the dark times in my life once i grew up. It might sound cheesy, but if those people on the pages could take a beating and keep on fighting then so could I .Some say superhero comics are a power fantasy ,I always preferred the morality play elements myself.If they are a power fant