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!
DONE! (at talk weird press)
I am happy to say, as of 10:28 this morning, the guts of this book are D-O-N-E! The total amount of sheets fed through Maisie this month is probably closer to forty-five thousand, though. (at 2111 23rd ave s)
Scratch that. Back on track. New old latch pawl. (at 2111 23rd ave s)
Sometimes I make self portraits to help motivate me.
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)
n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre—which requires you to go back and reread the chapters that you had originally skimmed through to get to the good parts, only to learn that all along you were supposed to choose your own adventure.