I am nearing the end of penning up my graphic comic for the Vintage books competition and here is a thing of it:
There will be lots of points available to anyone who can say what’s going on in it when it’s done. Not because it’s any kind of conceptual masterpiece but more because it’s my usual half-cocked sort of sort it out as you go along approach. Sosioayga is the acronym for that. I am pioneering the Sosioayga technique. My excuse is that I am a pioneer. I am a pioneer.
I accidentally drove past (“accidentally”) Bircham Windmill the other day. It’s way smaller than it looks in this well engineered photograph but it is lovely none the less.
I didn’t bother to get close enough to get a decent shot so I embellished the one I took with a thumbs up in order to influence your opinion.
Hurray!
It lends some of it’s features to the windmill in the story that I’m working on. I say working on, I actually mean not working on. This is because I am currently immersed in producing a 4 page graphically novelly type short graphic story thing for this competition. I have till October. Even I should be able to complete it by then. I’ll post some bits and pieces as I go along so that you know that I’m not lying.
Atlas arrived in publisher land in nifty custom made packaging. Made as this says:
1. A colour photocopy of the artwork was laminated and then two of the edges were joined with masking tape to form a tube.
2. A dotted line and scissors were drawn on the masking tape and then the seam was sellotaped over for extra security.
3. A cardboard tube was made to fit within the plastic tube. Where the edges of the cardboard tube meet was made to line up exactly to where the edges of the plastic tube were met together with tapes.
4. Cardboard discs were made to close up the ends and painted black. The manuscript was entered into the tube before close-up in order to comply with common sense.
5. Strings were cut and superglued around the inside of the top and bottom of the plastic tube so that the cardboard innards were kept in. The strings were made so that they didn’t obstruct where the seam would one day be cut up to unleash the guts.
I sent five to publishers and five to agents. ONE reply mentioned the packaging. The rejections were expected, as much as I’d like publishers to publish work based entirely on the state of the packaging it arrives in, I was pretty much sure that wasn’t going to happen. Though I did think about it happening. It should happen. Um…but you know. They’re just really rude. If you see a person who looks like they might reply to submissions at a publishing place or an agency place you should look at them as if they’re a bad person and then say to them that they’re really rude to people who spend a lot of time on their packaging.
So, in summary, the moral is to insult people you don’t know.
