I haven’t made a comic book since I was 12 years old.
Something’s not quite right about that, so I’m fixing it.
I decided I wanted to do this project last year, a little before San Diego Comic-Con. I go to Comic-Con every year, and every year, I leave both inspired to create something, and a little dejected, because I haven’t created something.
I decided last year that I would fix that before San Diego Comic-Con in 2013.
My goal was to get one page done a week. With all the extra set backs that are always a part of any project, I figured I could complete a thirty-two page comic in a year.
I started out strong, got one page pencilled and inked, and a second page pencilled. Then I sorta… fell behind. Stopped completely may be how some people would describe what happened.
About a month ago, I started up work again. Thanks to the #HOVD crew, I’m getting about a page a week done again. Four pages in the bag, with a fifth started.
(More on HOVD in the future. Short version: it’s amazing.)
I’m starting simple, an 8-page story. When I get that done, I’ll do another. When I get that done, I’ll do another.
These stories are sacrifices to the deities of comic creation, they are hungry for terrible pages by young artists, which they which to chew and grind, rend, and tear, until the artist stops creating terrible pages, and starts making good pages.
My story is about a guy with a lousy job, and his dreams for something completely different. To make it more fun and exciting, I set it in the future. On the moon.
I like the moon, after all. Who doesn’t. Plus, with it taking place on the moon, I get to draw cool stuff, like this Moon Van I drew this morning.
Yup. Pencil. White correction fluid. Coffee stains. Making comics is not a clean, tiny endeavour.
More coming on this in the (near) future, of course.