Category Archives: Miscellaneous

I have a store!

I’ve set up a little store with Society6! You can buy prints of some of my comics, like this one here:

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You can get them on paper or, for the fancy, in a frame, or even on mugs and cards and tote bags and other cool stuff. And the best bit is that this weekend Society6 is offering 10% off and free shipping worldwide!

Go have a look! (The link is also in my menu now).

…That was is me in salesperson mode.

I didn’t like it either. It felt icky.

I’ve always known that sales is hard and I would be terrible at it, but I didn’t realise the extent of those things until I tried to write this post.

So when I say something like “go have a look” and link to the store maybe you could take it to mean “please buy the thing it’s really awesome and will make your life better (not in a consumerist way, in an art way, even the travel mugs) and I kind of need the money for my website and art equipment and medical costs and rent and food and stuff not that I’m desperate or anything you don’t have to buy it WHATEVER LIKE I EVEN CARE” without me actually having to say it.

Yes? Awesome.

And I can use the time we’ve saved with that to explain some things.

There’s not much in the store right now, but it’s a start and I plan to expand it. I’ve been learning digital art as I go, you see, and up until now my goal has been to create images for screen display, so not everything I’ve done has been a good size for a physical print.

But I’ve redrawn a few things. Like this:

The Meteor

When I create something for a comic or story that I think would be great in the store, I will generally put it in the store on the same day it is posted here. But won’t make notification posts here about new store content, discounts or free shipping offers. (I don’t want to clutter it with non-comic, non-story stuff.) I will sometimes do those notifications on my Facebook and Twitter pages (to a non-spammy degree, promise). And I’ll probably use Instagram too, if I get better at remembering it. So follow those if you’re interested in hearing about that stuff.

Also, I might add other things to the store. By “other things” I mean “art that isn’t comics”. Comics are the only art I’ve done for years, but I’ve recently started dabbling with watercolours and pen and ink again. Perhaps someday I’ll end up with something a bit different that I would like to share on the store too. Keep an eye out.

And finally, if there are any illustrations I have done in the past that you would like to see in my store, please let me know. I’m happy to take the time to redraw something people will want. And if you see any of my illustrations in the future that you would like but can’t find in the store, give me a shout. It might be because it’s a weird size for printing or I just don’t want to sell it, but probably I psyched myself out and figured it wasn’t something people would buy. So correct me, and I’ll get it sorted.

But I hope that there’s something there that you like right now.

Seriously, go have a look.

Patreon, the future and feelings

Silence Killed the Dinosaurs started out as a whim. It continued as a way to help me cope through the worst of my chronic fatigue syndrome. Now I would like it to be a little more.

I have been thinking about how to write this for a few weeks, and I have made a couple of false starts. It’s all been wrong.

So I’ll start by telling you this:

I have set up a Patreon page to support my writing and illustrating for Silence Killed the Dinosaurs.

For those who don’t know, Patreon is a crowdfunding site designed specially for creators who have a constant output (i.e., writing, art, comics, music, podcasts, etc.). Instead of a big one-off fund-raising goal, patrons opt to pledge a smaller amount (as little as a $1) each month.

Don’t worry, Silence Killed the Dinosaurs will remain free to anyone who wishes to see it.

But if you like my work and think it’s worth a couple of dollars every now and then, please consider becoming my patron. There are some cool extras and rewards available for those of you who do.

If you don’t want to (or can’t afford to) support me that way but would still like to help out, please consider sharing my work around on social media and telling friends about it. I would really appreciate it.

If you don’t want to do that either, we’re still cool. But maybe leave a comment and tell me the picture I did for my Patreon banner is totally kick-arse. Because it is. Go look at it. That thing took me ages to get right.

Ages.

And now that has been said, I’ll tell you some news:

My chronic fatigue syndrome has improved.

I’m not better, but I am better than I was six months ago. I might improve more over the next six months. I might not. I don’t know.

I am still not well enough to drive, catch a bus or find employment. But I have more energy and fewer migraines. I can help around the house. And, more relevant for you, I can concentrate better and for longer, meaning I can write and draw more.

Maybe I’ll never be well enough work as a librarian like I had planned and studied for before I got sick. But there’s more to me than my university degree and plenty of other things out there. Maybe I could be a professional writer/illustrator.

Which brings me to something else that I want to say but could never get the lead up right (and still can’t):

All this—Silence Killed the Dinosaurs, you guys—saved me.

Maybe that’s a soppy, silly thing to say on the internet, but I don’t care. It’s true. Probably you didn’t mean to. Probably you didn’t even notice. It’s still true. You saved me and it means everything.

I was so sick that I barely left the house. I ached all over all the time. I was too tired to think. On bad days I spent the entire day lying down. On really bad days I would not eat food or drink water until my partner returned from work in the evening because I was unable to stand and go to the kitchen.

But I wrote and I drew. Not always a lot. Not always well. Not at all on bad days. But I never stopped, even when it felt hopeless.

And you guys.

I little while back I wrote about the awkward conversations I have about not ‘doing’ anything. It was written to be entertaining, and I like to think it was, but it didn’t come from an entertaining place. Chronic fatigue syndrome had been getting me down. I felt like I was achieving nothing and that I was worthless.

But then I got heaps of comments from you guys telling me that of course I do something—I do this.

The idea needed some time to simmer. It didn’t just tip me into a new way of thinking and a new way of doing things, but I thought about it a lot over the last couple of months. And then when I visited New Zealand I filled out my occupation on those customs cards. You do two; one for the country you leave before you get on the plane and another for the country you are going to while you are on the plane. Somewhere in the air things clicked into place. I left Australia unemployed, but I arrived in New Zealand a writer.

Putting it down in words like that was weirdly hard to do—especially as there weren’t enough little boxes to fit /illustrator—but I was brave and I did it.

I consider my life saved.

And now I’m going to go do some scary things with it, like putting my work out there and finding new ways to challenge myself creatively. Please hang around while I do it. We’ll tell jokes and I’ll draw dinosaurs. It’ll be fun, I promise.

The last thing I wanted to say was just this:

Thank you.

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I’m back!

I have returned from my honeymoon in New Zealand! This means that I will be responding to comments and creating new content again.

Before you ask, no, I didn’t bring you back anything.

I’m sorry.

I find buying souvenirs for people weirdly stressful. I keep overthinking it. The gift should be something nice to receive, not too tacky, but also something that relates to the place you visited or what’s the point? After several shops worth of cognitive overload, I decided I would only get things for immediate family members and that they would all get socks. And I felt much better. (Spoiler alert for family, your future involves having fabulously-attired, toasty-warm feet.)

Also yes, I enjoyed the trip. It was non-stop this:cosmic kiwi

There’s an extra joke in that picture for those who already know I spent the entire time taking photos of my partner when he was taking photos of things. This amused me a great deal more than it should have; I ended up with 191 photos of him with his face behind a camera. My favourite ones are of him in awkward photo-taking poses such as climbing a fence for a better view or chasing a particularly photogenic duck.

But hey. Now that we’re married the paperwork required to ditch me probably isn’t quite worth it, which frees me up to be more cavalier with irritating jokes that go on way, way too long.

I think I will enjoy married life.

It’s My Birthday!

And I am now officially on the late twenties side of 25. This has me concerned that by now I should have my shit together, or at least have a more respectable shit-together versus shit-all-over-the-place ratio. Or at the very least I should act more like an adult.

(If you’re thinking, ‘wait, you’re getting married soon and that’s a shit-together sort of thing to be doing,’ you might be right, except it’s really just an elaborate excuse to have honeymoon in New Zealand so that we can frolic with the hobbits and then drink them under the table at The Green Dragon.)

But then I remembered that I have a blog and am practically required to have my shit all over the place so that I have things to write and draw about. Who would want to read a blog about the adventures of some sensible and responsible girl who doesn’t chase people around her house making weirdly unnerving comsognathus noises, is so organised that she never runs out of toilet paper (yesterday, when I was the only person in the house, I realised post-pee that we had run out, so I was trapped until I worked up the courage to risk a slow-motion, tip-toeing tissue-finding expedition, which I am proud to say was successful, and thanks to my careful footwork, drip-free), and would under no circumstances interrupt already-complicated lists with parenthetical anecdote-overshares so you forget what the list was about in the first place and can’t remember what punctuation should go at the end? (Surprise! It was a question the whole time. I went back and checked.)

So maybe it’s okay.

And that’s  comforting.

But then I learned that Taylor Swift is the same age as me. And when I say ‘the same age’, I mean the difference between our birthdays isn’t statistically significant. I did the maths and everything. So, theoretically, we were born at the same time. And I even look like her.

Well, I have the same colour hair as her.

Almost.

You know, it’s what’s on the inside that really matters. And the point is that we are very similar and therefore I should have achieved a comparable level of shit-together-ness in the same amount of time, but I haven’t. When sixteen-year-old me made the decision to dedicate her free time to NaNoWriMo rather than releasing pop country albums, she had no idea of the ramifications that would echo down the years.

But I know what you’re going to say. Shake it off.

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Oh wait, I have chronic fatigue syndrome and couldn’t even win a dance competition against a jellyfish.

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Looks like you win this round, Taylor Swift and jellyfish. See you at 30.

Thank you, Terry Pratchett

I was going to break my silence and publish a blog post today. It’s sitting on my computer, all polished and pictured. But then I woke up and learned that Sir Terry Pratchett had died, and it didn’t feel like the right kind of day for that any more so the proper blog post is delayed.

When I was thirteen I found Small Gods and The Fifth Elephant in a second-hand bookshop. They were old and yellowed and so foxed that they probably dug a network of tunnels and stole cider in their spare time. I bought them and loved them.

Later at school I was explaining some of the jokes (yes, I’m that person who has to explain the good bits in books to other people who don’t even slightly care and couldn’t possibly have the context to understand anything I’m saying), and a teacher overheard me.

“You’re too young to be reading Terry Pratchett!” he said, mostly amused but also little bit appalled. “It will twist your mind.”

And I thought, Good, and proceeded to read my way through every Discworld book I could get my hands on.

Thanks to Terry Pratchett and Discworld, I laughed instead of cried myself though the hell high school is for socially awkward, bookish people (and many other people too I imagine). Terry Pratchett showed me that not only can humour be silly and playful, but it can also be warm, intelligent, angry and deeply human.

And he definitely twisted my mind.

Thank you.

DEATH