almostindigo
January 14th, 2010, 08:43 PM
I'll be upfront with you. I'm a published author - fiction, slipstream - prose, I know. Comics have always been a passion of mine. I have, sadly, never been able to draw well enough to be my own one woman tour de illustrative force.
In short, I know the song and dance for getting prose published while my knowledge of the industry side of comic book making is held together with some informative blog posts, a rubber band, and a prayer.
Realistically, I'm shooting for a webcomic. At this point in my career, I could use the exposure. But, hey, as far as more reputable publication goes, I certainly wouldn't be against it.
What I'm looking for: Primarily, I'm looking for an artist. If you can letter, awesome. If you can color, even better.
I would love someone who really enjoys collaborating. I have no qualms with doing 100% of the writing side of the creative process, but in my (admittedly amateur comic scripting experience) both parties usually come out happier when there's story/world/character-building communication.
So, if you're up for that sort of collaboration, wonderful!
The Idea:
I dropped my Xanax in the La-Z-Boy this morning. Between the seat cushion and the armrest. I can't find it now.
This happened last week with mom and those pain meds she takes for her back.
She looked around the cushion too.
Ejected the footrest, flipped it onto its side, groped around its structural, metal innards.
She never did find the pain pill, but the La-Z-Boy did spit out a lacy thong that, best I can figure, belongs to my brother's girlfriend.
I think our recliner might be an addict... And possibly gay.
Science and Retail formed a dark, unholy union several years back and their bastard love children flooded the market. Toaster ovens, CD players, washing machines. They were swaddled in cardboard boxes and plastic packaging and taken from the outlet to be placed in loving homes.
But then they grew up.
Headphones started talking. Can-openers became sentient. And T-shirts started growing appendages. Merchandise was evolving. It was only a matter of time before it started demanding rights.
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The comic could be a short and sweet oneshot or something long running. It's a meditation on what makes someone human, possibly a play on religion and "robot with a soul" cliches.
Comedy, drama, maybe a little bit of romance and tragedy.
If you're at all interested, you can reach me at: KHarmon22@gmail.com
In short, I know the song and dance for getting prose published while my knowledge of the industry side of comic book making is held together with some informative blog posts, a rubber band, and a prayer.
Realistically, I'm shooting for a webcomic. At this point in my career, I could use the exposure. But, hey, as far as more reputable publication goes, I certainly wouldn't be against it.
What I'm looking for: Primarily, I'm looking for an artist. If you can letter, awesome. If you can color, even better.
I would love someone who really enjoys collaborating. I have no qualms with doing 100% of the writing side of the creative process, but in my (admittedly amateur comic scripting experience) both parties usually come out happier when there's story/world/character-building communication.
So, if you're up for that sort of collaboration, wonderful!
The Idea:
I dropped my Xanax in the La-Z-Boy this morning. Between the seat cushion and the armrest. I can't find it now.
This happened last week with mom and those pain meds she takes for her back.
She looked around the cushion too.
Ejected the footrest, flipped it onto its side, groped around its structural, metal innards.
She never did find the pain pill, but the La-Z-Boy did spit out a lacy thong that, best I can figure, belongs to my brother's girlfriend.
I think our recliner might be an addict... And possibly gay.
Science and Retail formed a dark, unholy union several years back and their bastard love children flooded the market. Toaster ovens, CD players, washing machines. They were swaddled in cardboard boxes and plastic packaging and taken from the outlet to be placed in loving homes.
But then they grew up.
Headphones started talking. Can-openers became sentient. And T-shirts started growing appendages. Merchandise was evolving. It was only a matter of time before it started demanding rights.
---
The comic could be a short and sweet oneshot or something long running. It's a meditation on what makes someone human, possibly a play on religion and "robot with a soul" cliches.
Comedy, drama, maybe a little bit of romance and tragedy.
If you're at all interested, you can reach me at: KHarmon22@gmail.com