London Zine Symposium and a very long weekend.
It's the end of a rather brilliant long weekend that kicked off on Friday with the rather triumphant trip to Orbital Comics to ask if they'd stock my new comic. The man sighed wearily - I bet he has to say no to a lot of very hopeful artists, but he gave me a satisfied smile when he flicked through it and took five to put on their shelves. I'm going to pop into Gosh! to give them some this week, too. It's enormously gratifying to have my work in shops.
Currently, the comic's available in OK Comics and Travelling Man in Leeds, Orbital in London, Here and Now gallery in Cornwall and hopefully will be in a few more places, soon. Any ideas for other people to approach would be very welcome!
Went to a Thingbox party on Saturday night and was really pleased to find that it was heaps of fun with loads of lovely friendly people to talk to. Less pleased by the two hours it took me to get home, so I only had four hours sleep before getting up to get ready for the London Zine Symposium, which, it turns out, was next door to the party the previous night, more or less.
So, I wasn't as perky as I'd hoped to be when I got there, but it turned out to be just fine. I was posted opposite the food stall so had a mug of bitter tar that seemed to have coffee in the sludge and then could get on with the selling of comics!
There were so many great people selling stuff there I can't really remember, so I'm officially a very bad person, but a zine about bulimia that a girl gave me made me feel like crying on the tube today, so I'll have to write more about it later.
The new comic sold well, as did badger and the badges. I got very embarrassed when a hot punk boy asked me if I drew the badge that said "Punk boys are hawt" and it was obvious from my blushing that I most certainly had. He was hawt. Oh, the shame of it!
An interesting thing was that a few people read the new comic and then came back to talk to me about it, showing genuine concern, particularly those people who read the mini-comic thing about the murder in Leeds. I really wasn't sure how to respond to it. I'm always a bit flustered when shown genuine sympathy by strangers. The temptation is to laugh it off, but it's obviously not something I could laugh off if I'm making cathartic comics about it eight years later.
I'll have to get ready for that when I make some further stories in the same line. They'll be sad, too, and perhaps a little more personal, too.
Of course, I dealt with it well by going to a fetish club that evening and spending most of it chatting to strangers about whether or not we should be using coasters and whether or not we like doilies. Gay fetish clubs are delightfully gay sometimes. Swapping gimp fashion tips is good for the soul.
I've got so many interesting things to try to draw in the next couple of weeks. I'm ever so excited.
Currently, the comic's available in OK Comics and Travelling Man in Leeds, Orbital in London, Here and Now gallery in Cornwall and hopefully will be in a few more places, soon. Any ideas for other people to approach would be very welcome!
Went to a Thingbox party on Saturday night and was really pleased to find that it was heaps of fun with loads of lovely friendly people to talk to. Less pleased by the two hours it took me to get home, so I only had four hours sleep before getting up to get ready for the London Zine Symposium, which, it turns out, was next door to the party the previous night, more or less.
So, I wasn't as perky as I'd hoped to be when I got there, but it turned out to be just fine. I was posted opposite the food stall so had a mug of bitter tar that seemed to have coffee in the sludge and then could get on with the selling of comics!
There were so many great people selling stuff there I can't really remember, so I'm officially a very bad person, but a zine about bulimia that a girl gave me made me feel like crying on the tube today, so I'll have to write more about it later.
The new comic sold well, as did badger and the badges. I got very embarrassed when a hot punk boy asked me if I drew the badge that said "Punk boys are hawt" and it was obvious from my blushing that I most certainly had. He was hawt. Oh, the shame of it!
An interesting thing was that a few people read the new comic and then came back to talk to me about it, showing genuine concern, particularly those people who read the mini-comic thing about the murder in Leeds. I really wasn't sure how to respond to it. I'm always a bit flustered when shown genuine sympathy by strangers. The temptation is to laugh it off, but it's obviously not something I could laugh off if I'm making cathartic comics about it eight years later.
I'll have to get ready for that when I make some further stories in the same line. They'll be sad, too, and perhaps a little more personal, too.
Of course, I dealt with it well by going to a fetish club that evening and spending most of it chatting to strangers about whether or not we should be using coasters and whether or not we like doilies. Gay fetish clubs are delightfully gay sometimes. Swapping gimp fashion tips is good for the soul.
I've got so many interesting things to try to draw in the next couple of weeks. I'm ever so excited.