I don’t have tomorrow’s comic done yet. This is the first time I haven’t had a comic done at least a week in advance. Which means I’ve used up my backlog. This is where it gets interesting, dawgs. This is apparently also where I start referring to people as “dawgs.” Like I said, interesting.
You see, it may not be immediately apparent, but these things are time-consuming. The most recent strip was the fastest to complete, and that took 5+ hours. Because of some kind of misplaced sense of authenticity, I create each panel individually (i.e. there are three little fabric Marjories in the last strip, not one Marjorie that is moved around and photographed in different positions.) In my mind, each Stricken Pot Pie installment is a two-part work: the digital image that gets released on the Internet, and the final physical comic strip that (for now) sits filed in a box in my apartment. I don’t reuse elements from panel to panel or from strip to strip, no matter how much time and effort that would obviously save. In fact, the characters are designed to be impossible to reuse- Marjorie’s legs and Emory’s claws are stitches that anchor them to the background muslin.
I tell you this because my mom was asking about it, and I figure, if Mom wants to know maybe others are curious too. Although Mom is also curious about the details of my morning commute, and I doubt that’s quite as riveting to you. I’ll probably be writing a little more in the weeks to come about my process and why I’m doing this, so if you have any questions about how this sausage is made, please leave a comment or write to firstname.lastname@example.org. I’d like to put together a FAQ, or at least a QABAST (Questions Asked But A Single Time), but I’d rather not make up all the questions myself. That’s cheating, dawgs.