The Mad Doctor - 1933
Screwed up the print job on Godhead. Going back to the press tomorrow. Hope to finish the whole damn thing.
Sea Change: A Choose-Your-Own-Way Story is available for purchase!
Two years of blood, sweat, tears, ramen, stink, ink, and Hi-Ball energy drinks later, it is done. Sent the Xeric Foundation my expense report, six copies, and a very happy letter this morning, and bound a shiny new run of books this afternoon, thanks to the damn clever Leigh Luna - now up for grabs in my store! A long road, but it’s worth it. Time to do the next damn book.
Pedro the Lion and progress made is a good Friday to me.
The Twelfth House.
That which is hidden or below the surface. Self-undoing. Hidden strengths and hidden weaknesses. Dreams, privacy, lost items. Hospitals and prisons.
New comic in progress, called “Houses of the Holy.”
As slow as it’s ever been, though. Convention/printing season is fucking frantic. Michael asks, “So what are you up to after this 9-hour shift?” And it’s always the same answer, so I say to him again, like a cow-going-down-the-slaughter-chute ritual, “Slogging on through a mountain of things to do.”
Time to pile into the mini-van (you read that correctly, mini-van) of nautically-themed cartoonists and get ourselves to Toronto for TCAF!
I am very pleased to say that I will have copies of “Sea Change: A Choose-Your-Own-Way Story,” debuting at the show and available for purchase at my table on the 2nd floor, 234! It’s been a hard-fought publication, and I’m leaving a very messy studio space, a daunting pile of printed detritus, and a few hundred unassembled books behind me that I will deal with after this wonderful comics-shindig. “TITS! The Spiny Northern Maid,” the mermaid-copulation mini-comic companion to Sea Change, will be at my table as well! (If, should Customs not like the, ahem, feeling-laded penetration of that one, it’ll still be available to read online and purchase at my store.)
If you want to connect with me, I’m trying to do this whole “Twitter” thing again… with all the trepidation and confusion of a person born in 1914, but trying! My handle is @caitlin_rude - plus I maintain rosebudskud + talkweirdpress on tumblr, if that’s more your thing.
Speaking of an awesome shindig, I’m also delighted to say I’ll be in the excellent company of Cathy G. Johnson (tumblr) and Kevin Czapiewski of Czap Books at 233! Hell yeah! If you’re not familiar, you should darn well get familiar - you won’t regret it. Both are wonderfully talented artists and forces to be reckoned with, and two of my absolute favorites.
Plus, my partner in crime and fellow lover of Spanglish grammar jokes, Leigh Luna, will be selling her comics, “Clementine Fox,” and “Banjo Girl,” with me at my table (and generally keeping me in line and in one piece).
I’m sure, scattershot as I am in the post-Maisie Madness of printing this Xeric book, that I’ve forgotten something, but it’s time to go. I’m so excited to see Toronto and meet a bunch of wonderful people there, united in enthusiasm for comics. Uff da.
Howl, who will be slutting it up for pets and love to all my roommates, I’m sure, in my absence.
I am so happy to be going - and to hopefully to return to a very green and very gay Minneapolis in a few days! Don’t disappoint me, Moony City!
Finally, half-competent again. 11 plates through. (at 2111 23rd ave s)
Snuck in a whole forty minutes of inking in this banana-rama Sunday. (at talk weird press)