Here’s the current page for The Road to Jove. Most days I’ll let the comic exist in blithe ignorance, and then occasionally it’ll hit me that it’s actually underway, it’s actually working, and things are – so far – going well. That we’re X pages in and neither of us have melted down or died (or melted down and then died), and that we didn’t plan it and abandon it; it’s actually, like, going somewhere.
That’s still surreal.
At this point David and I have been working together for about two years, with almost two novels’ length (just under a quarter of a million words in terms of word count) of planning and discussion about the comic’s direction, art, characters, and arc.
Earlier this month, we met face to face for the first time, at my birthday party.
Where, as you can see, it rained at the barbecue but I still forced the thinnest and most anaemic of excuses to wear my sun hat, because I was still in denial about being home from the holiday to Crete with Katie’s parents.
Please note, I’m sparing you boring family holiday photos. Aren’t you lucky.
Well, maybe just one. Here’s a selfie I took with Shakes at Knossos. I’m posting this largely because, again, I like that hat a lot.
Shakes didn’t like the ruined city at Knossos because, and I quote, “it’s ruined.”
Anyway, meeting David achieved also involved a sharpie and my RPG notepad in order to plan out the comic’s arc in more detail than before:
…and the second of which, just as crucially, involved me almost falling asleep on him at 2am in the tin… barn… thing… leftover from when this was Katie’s family farm instead of “that place we store firewood or whatever”.
Please pay special heed to my OH CANADA throw blanket, a gift from my cousin Lisa.
Fucking hell, my head was shiny.