What could this story be about? Is this seascape cover full of “red herrings”? Find out on Monday!
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Archive for September, 2023
10 comics.
A new story begins! And I begin it with a page whose construction was not, in any sense, easy. I made a 3D model of the cottage based on a photograph then retro-fitted Mrs Clovis’ pre-existing downstairs floor into it, while making an upstairs to go over it. Then I superimposed a cross-section over the complete house, for the doll’s house effect. Then I had to actually draw it.
Patreon subscribers ($3/mo and up) can read the whole of Steeple #18 here, along with many other hi-res PDFs of recent, and older, work.
The classic “Rules Of The Pool” poster is never far from my thoughts. I even made a Bad Machinery version, years ago, which is still available. This version is closer to the original, but takes far greater liberties.
Chase and Status! I think gripping the arms of an armchair while trying to fight off your personal demons is a David Milch thing. I’ve been re-watching NYPD Blue on Disney+ but eight seasons in I don’t think I’ve reached the evocation of this particular act yet. Or it could be from literally any other gritty police drama I have watched. I seem to have watched a lot of them.
I would argue that it’s more of a leaflet than a pamphlet, but everyone’s heart seems to be in the right place.
Poor Derek. Whatever he thought was going to happen today is, almost certainly, not going to happen now.
Who’s your favourite sorcerous figure on-stage at Witchfork x Oggy Oggy? I know there are a lot of Endora Rahm and Debra Blight fans, but like everyone else, I’m a huge Sorrel fan. I am very sorry to have to disappoint you and say that Sorrel doesn’t appear at any further point in this story. Let’s hope the “Maven of the Craven” manifests in a future arc.
There’s an easy way to enjoy the Q&A segment of an onstage interview. Leave before it starts. I’d love to tell you which is the worst I’ve ever been to but it’s such a grisly pantheon that my mind shuts down in the simple act of recall.
I saw an interview with Kevin Rowland of Dexys Midnight Runners last year. Kevin was so compelling an onstage figure that just the act of watching him listen, in rapt silence, to his own remastered record, was a joy. In the Q&A, not one man jack in the audience didn’t want to ask a question, and by ask a question, I mean compliment the great man with a tortuous personal anecdote. Trapped in a corner, there was no option but to wait for a curfew that never seemed to come.
