“Could you just…?” And more often than not, yes I can. This is a story about wordy rabbits pulled from hats in the service of art. Things I have done for love and for the sheer joy of doing it – which I am increasingly finding is the only way I want to work… Do hop over to the original blog post for the lovely art.
This *may* not be as profound as the title suggests, but it has nice pictures, so stay with me dear reader, just for a while.
Hello again people (and others).
As some of you may know, some of Hopeless, Maine has been published before, but *this* time it is being published entire. That means, with the (rather important) prelude-The Blind Fisherman. We’re dead chuffed about that, and about our new publisher, Sloth Comics.
When Nimue and I started this story many years ago, we started in what is now, the middle-ish bit (but closer to the beginning) . Salamandra was already a young adult and looked like this.
Nimue wrote the script for the whole story, all the way to the end. Yes. This story does have a definite end. (Probably) Then, I was invited to be a guest at an anime con in Portland, Maine and I saw the power…
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