So! I have my advance copy of the Family Man book!
(You can see this video at its home on Flickr here.)
Very exciting! It would be even more so, if I weren’t so tired that I can barely keep my head up. As I warned might happen, I have passed the “not healthy to try to post this week’s page on time” line. It’ll be up sometime this weekend, and look all the better for it.
Ugh, seriously, LJ readers: I am completely on fumes, here. I worried so hard about this book that I think I may have popped a kidney. It looks great, and all the other cool stuff packaged along with the limited edition pre-orders is going to look great, too. If keeping on top of all (and planning for the San Diego Comic-Con) that were all I were doing right now, I’d still be pooped – but the last two weekends on the road for family stuff, and the several freelance engagements I’m holding down on top of it all, have wiped me out.
So what I’m saying here is that cloning technology is starting to look pretty good.
Erika refers to the poses in the bottom panel as “Disco Inferno”. She has a point. Although at this period in history it would probably be a Waltz Inferno.
The word from my printer is that the book has come off the presses and looks great – it’s in line at the binding machine today and should be shipping to me early next week. That means we have arrived at your last chance to get a free sketch in your copy! Once the book stops being a preorder and starts being a, well, order, I’ll only be drawing in books at conventions or as part of a fancier package. Thank you again to all of you who made the book possible. I’ll be dreaming up promotional ideas all this month.
Happy Solstice, all!
It continues to amaze me that people read this comic, because I am making jokes about Biblical scholarship. Remember that last comic I did, guys? People got hit in the face with chickens in that comic. For the next one you can expect, I don’t know. Hungarian puns, maybe. Whatever will throw off the bell curve.
Anyway: the book! It’s off to the presses! There’s no turning back now. That typo I probably didn’t notice on page 171? That typo is going to be there FOREVER. I’m taking lots of long walks and trying to breathe through my nose.
See you next week! There’s some harsh and unfortunate stuff kicking my family around at present which might well knock me off the rail, but I’ll do my best to stick to schedule as long as it seems healthy.
These wet rocks where the tide has been,
Barnacled white and weeded brown
And slimed beneath to a beautiful green,
These wet rocks where the tide went down
Will show again when the tide is high
Faint and perilous, far from shore,
No place to dream, but a place to die,–
The bottom of the sea once more.
There was a child that wandered through
A giant’s empty house all day,–
House full of wonderful things and new,
But no fit place for a child to play.
Edna St.Vincent-Millay
photo by junkast
This page is late, but there’s no kissing in it anyway, so I doubt that anybody is shedding tears. Instead there is a passage from Hosea as quoted by the apostle Paul. Sexiness factor: ZERO PERCENT.
It’s sunny out for the first time in ages and I’ve blown most of the day coloring in 18th century lecture attendees. So I’ll bid you adieu until the next page!