Category Archives: Comics

Work-From-Home Colleagues

Three panels. Panel one, I walk with my laptop saying "Time to get some work done!" Panel two, I find the cat sitting on my desk chair. Panel three, I work on the couch.

Four panels. Panel one, the cat sits on the couch arm watching me type. Panel two, the cat climbs onto my lap, forcing me to move my laptop. Panel three, I hold my laptop in the air, the cat is curled sleeping in my lap. Panel four, I lean awkwardly to type with my laptop on the couch arm while the cat purs happily in my lap.

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The untold problems involved in working from home.

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Halloween Helper

A mummy tries to help someone with lots of shopping bags, but they scream. The mummy picks up something someone dropped, but they scream. Kids scream and run away from the mummy. The mummy is sad. Someone calls out from the bathrooms "Help! There's no toilet paper!" and the mummy looks pleased because he can help now.

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Here’s the thing. The mummy could be about to say, “No worries! Hang tight while I’ll pop to the store for you!”

He isn’t. That isn’t how this is going to play out at all.  Maybe if someone else made this comic, that’s how it would go. But they didn’t, I did. 

So here we are.

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Life and Blanket Forts

While building a blanket fort: "The strength of duct tape, the grace of a draped blanket, the comfort of pillows." Sitting in complete blanket fort: "I may not feel like the architect of my life, but I can always make this." Cat jumps on blanket fort and collapses it.

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So that’s me right now. How are you all doing?

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Bear with me

Grammar tips from a Proper Writer. When trying to remember if it's 'bare with me' or 'bear with me', it helps to think literally. Obviously, this isn't something you want [me, naked, and someone else undressing]. Unlike this, which is much-- [a bear sits next to me. It looks hungry. It's bloodstained t-shirt says: 'I'm with stupid'] ... wait.

 

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Disclaimer: a Proper Writer is just someone who writes stuff. You don’t have to pass a comma test to get a license or anything.

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Space

I am in space. I never thought I would go out this far. And I haven't found what I came for yet. I can't go back.And even if I did, it wouldn't be my earth anymore. It kept turning with me and I kept turning without it. [images zooming into earth] I'm not in space. I had three miscarriages.[speech bubble, I say: I don't know how to deal with that. I'm not even sure I believe it. I want to be okay, but I'm not. None of my friends or family have had so many and not had a live birth. I don't know what is going to happen next.] And you say, [speech bubble: I'm right here]. But you're not. It's not your fault.I am in space[tentacled space whales show up] And my problems are space problems. [space whales shake my space ship, breaking it, then leave]. I can't do earth things.But you know that. So when you say, [email on spaceship computer: I'm right here]. You are.

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I think this is for all the people in my life who have understood that things are Not Okay right now. These people have rolled with it when I’ve cancelled plans at the last minute, when I’ve refused to be places where I have to do smiling small talk, or even when I’ve straight-up broken down and cried in public for no immediate reason. They have given me space when I’ve felt crushed and company when I’ve felt exposed. They said “Hell yes, draw tentacled space whales!” and assured me there didn’t have to be a joke.

So, people who seem to get I’m far away right now, thank you. I’ll be back one day. Changed, but back.

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Amazing Ideas

Three panels. In the first it is night time. I am sitting up in bed. My husband, sleepy, says "it's 3am" and I say "I need to jot down something or I'll forget these amazing ideas!" The second panel is labled "later" and I am looked at my notebook, confused. I say "wut." The third panel shows what is written in the notebook: "Wine!!!! cats, farts and favouritism" also there are scribbles and the drawing of a dinosaur's bum with "rawr" coming out of it.

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Hello, My Name is Grief

Test reads: Grief is like a star dies inside you, crushing down into a blackhole that sucks and sucks and sucks every emotion and thought and part of you down to nothing. Test reads: Except when you forget. And then it’s a tsunami of sudden memory that tumbles you around and steals your breath and washes you far away from where you were a moment beforeText reads: Except sometimes it’s warm sunshine on you face, a light breeze in your hair, and bright colours all around you. And it’s beautiful, but the light is to loud and the breeze is to bright and everything is exquisitely wrong, unbearably real.Test Reads: Sometimes it’s from is … unexpected. Sometimes you want it, to prove what you lost was real, to prove it was loved. Sometimes it is someone repeating the same boring stories, the same words, the same feelings you’ve sat through a thousand times before, over and over and over, and you can’t escape. Text reads: Sometimes it's all those things TOO HEAVY TOO BIG TOO LOUD TOO BRIGHT TOO STRONG TOO MUCH at onceTest reads: I don’t know how to end this. I don’t think grief ends. Perhaps (I hope) is wears with time, like running water smoothing all the sharp edges from a rock. But even a smooth rock can trip you. I don’t think grief ends. But everything else does. (that’s the problem)

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So I had a third miscarriage.

Each time is harder. They add together. The second miscarriage wasn’t only a miscarriage, it was the first miscarriage happening again as well as a new miscarriage. And now this miscarriage is the first miscarriage happening again, and the second miscarriage happening again, as well as a new miscarriage and also an impossible pile of fear about what happens next.

I don’t think I will write a blow-by-blow account of this one (though I reserve the right to change my mind). It was another sucker-punch. I’ve done that before. If you want to read a sucker-punch miscarriage story, I’ve got Expecting.

I’m doing my best in the aftermath, but I’m struggling. There are good days (which are difficult) and bad days (which are impossible). I don’t know when I’ll have new content. I know that I will, I just don’t know when or how regularly that will be for a little while. I’m probably going to be extra slow responding to comments too (but I promise I’ll get there).

Bear with me?

As always, I have a Patreon page (where you can support my work in a general way and get rewards) and a store (where you can buy my comics on posters and shirts and mugs and stuff). And you can follow me for updates on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Google+ and Pinterest.

Pests

Two panel comic. In the first panel, a kitten has caught a spider and brought it to me. I say, "Good kitten! When you get big we'll never have a pest problem in this house!" Second panel titled "six months later". The house is trashed. The cat is wielding a katana and leaping after a fly.

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Books

Four panels. In the first panel, I enter a room covering in wall to ceiling bookshelves. I'm holding a bag that says "books" on it. A dinosaur says, "Don't you have enough books?" Second Panel: I am walking up a spiral staircase made of books. Third panel: I reach the top and the night sky can be seen through unfinished bookshelves. Fourth Panel (large picture): from outside you see I am standing on the top of a tower reaching up into space. I say "Not yet".

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Got any book recommendations for me? I love fun and am partial to fantasy, but I’m basically omnivorous. I’m always particularly on the look out for books written by women, POC (esp WOC) and LGBTQIA+ folks.

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Toast Speaking

Three panels. In the first, my partner calls my phone. In the second, I answer while holding toast. I say "Hello, I'm eating toast." Third panel, through the phone my partner says "Hah! Hi eating. I'm-- No wait. Hello toast ... that's still wrong. How does it go?"

Three panels. First panel, my partner says over the phone: "um ... I remember now! Do you think it's to later? Maybe if we go back to the beginning. Pretend to answer the phone again." Second panel, silence. I nibble my toast. Third panel, over the phone my partner says "I'm not okay"

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The pressure of living with someone as hilarious as me gets to him sometimes. Do you ever mess up jokes? Don’t tell anyone because it will make me seem bad at my job, but I do all the time.

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