So Thought Bubble came and went, and I'm left wondering how in the hell I got through it all in one piece. On Saturday night there was some measure of alcoholic beverages which were partaken of at a party in a big round room, and thus I spend most of Sunday desperately trying to hold myself upright. I'm too old for such excess these days.
That being said, it was a phenomenal weekend. Highlights included: Finally meeting Cy Dethan after missing him at the last few shows and picking his not-inconsiderable brains for advice about pitching to publishers; listening to Jon Lock and Lucy's bizarre and hilarious idea for a time travel story that had me in stitches; and dancing Gangnam Style with Karen Rubins for as long as our enthusiasm could maintain (which admittedly wasn't very long.)
Big thanks to everyone for making the experience so great, especially on a Sunday that could very easily have just become a nausea-fuelled blur. I really wasn't very well at all.
Mostly, it was fun to catch up with folks, see their new projects and pick up a few copies while my cash lasted. They know who they are, and the list is long, so I won't name names. Needless to say if you read this and a small part of you goes "D'aww," I mean you. Hugs all round.
I came away from Leeds exhausted, but inspired to throw myself back into my writing at a time when I have admittedly become a bit lazy and lethargic about the whole thing. I've made a list of things to do over the coming months, and although Christmas is looming there is no need for me to check it twice. Everything on it needs to be done, and so I have some goals which I just have to spin into a schedule of activity and on I go.
Happy times.
Darren Ellis writes, except when he doesn't.
When he doesn't he's more than likely doing something sedentary and fun, like playing video games or reading a book. Or procrastinating over what he's supposed to be writing.
Oh yes. He does that last one quite a bit.
Showing posts with label Events. Show all posts
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Monday, 19 November 2012
Tuesday, 30 October 2012
Dead Roots - The launch
Just leaving this here for folks to see:
Imminent zombie outbreak! I only received the news myself this evening so this is very much hot off the presses. Indeed, awooga awooga.
Just in time for the scary season. That was curiously well timed, wasn't it? One might almost think ...that it was planned...
(I am stroking my beard and arching an eyebrow now, in an attempt to look enigmatic and knowing. It loses much in the translation to a blog post, but I feel it important to convey the information. Perhaps if feedback indicates that it's necessary I will, at a later date, upload a photo of said beard stroking and eyebrow arching for your continued reference.)
Sunday, 2 September 2012
Blimey...
So, August went by quite fast, didn't it? I don't know if it's got anything to do with my computer woes keeping me away from internetty things or what, but it feels like I blinked and I missed an entire month. I do not like it when things like that happen. No blog entries for a month? Tsk, tsk, Darren, you should feel shame for being so naughty.
So then, with four months left of the year, I find myself with an insurmountable obstacle in front of me - to write a novel in that time. It's not going to happen, is it? Still, I shall endeavor to get as much of it done as possible. If I set myself the goal of at least one chapter every week, I can get the best part of the first draft finished by Christmas. Hell, If I'm lucky I might manage to get the whole thing done. If that happens, it's getting entered into the Pratchett competition, even if it's in the form of a ragged-around-the-edges first draft. It'll stand about as much chance of winning as monkeyscribbles in crayon and poo have of winning the Turner Prize, but the important thing is that I'm writing prose again. Maybe that means that sometime during the first half of next year I can call it done and start pitching it.
Which is where I'm rubbish, I have realized. Good at writing, terrible at selling scripts to folks. I seriously need to work on that aspect. I''m not looking forward to having to do that, I can tell you.
On the writing side, things are happening again. Hudson Falls is getting done, slowly, although it'll pick up speed soon enough. The Dead Roots anthology from Mike Garley has begun the countdown to wising fwom its gwabe, and I'm awaiting with baited breath for an imminent update regarding my contribution on that. There's no news on the Murder, Malice & Teeth or Bayou Arcana fronts as yet, although with the winter season of comic book events about to begin shortly, I'm sure there will be things to report in the weeks and months to come.
Oh, and there's also something going on with Harrowing of Hell, but Jack is handling that and it's all very hush hush. So shhhh. You ain't seen me, right?
Anyway, I must get back to Hudson Falls. It's not going to write itself.
So then, with four months left of the year, I find myself with an insurmountable obstacle in front of me - to write a novel in that time. It's not going to happen, is it? Still, I shall endeavor to get as much of it done as possible. If I set myself the goal of at least one chapter every week, I can get the best part of the first draft finished by Christmas. Hell, If I'm lucky I might manage to get the whole thing done. If that happens, it's getting entered into the Pratchett competition, even if it's in the form of a ragged-around-the-edges first draft. It'll stand about as much chance of winning as monkeyscribbles in crayon and poo have of winning the Turner Prize, but the important thing is that I'm writing prose again. Maybe that means that sometime during the first half of next year I can call it done and start pitching it.
Which is where I'm rubbish, I have realized. Good at writing, terrible at selling scripts to folks. I seriously need to work on that aspect. I''m not looking forward to having to do that, I can tell you.
On the writing side, things are happening again. Hudson Falls is getting done, slowly, although it'll pick up speed soon enough. The Dead Roots anthology from Mike Garley has begun the countdown to wising fwom its gwabe, and I'm awaiting with baited breath for an imminent update regarding my contribution on that. There's no news on the Murder, Malice & Teeth or Bayou Arcana fronts as yet, although with the winter season of comic book events about to begin shortly, I'm sure there will be things to report in the weeks and months to come.
Oh, and there's also something going on with Harrowing of Hell, but Jack is handling that and it's all very hush hush. So shhhh. You ain't seen me, right?
Anyway, I must get back to Hudson Falls. It's not going to write itself.
Sunday, 10 June 2012
Back to The Front
So, then. A blog entry. Finally. As you might have guessed, I've had a couple of weeks off from all things writery. This has not been deliberate.
Well, I say that, but at least the first week was on purpose. I wanted to take a step back from everything after Kapow and just ponder things for a bit while I planned ahead. Through my natural laziness that one week became three. Oops.
On the plus side, I watched a lot of Jackie Chan movies and played a fair bit of Star Wars: The Old Republic. So it's not like I sat there doing nothing.
So to catch up, Kapow was - as you probably all know by now - awesome. The weekend went by in a bit of a blur in hindsight, but the running highlights included hanging out with that lovely Bayou Arcana lot, sitting in baffled silence on our panel while other people talked, and meeting Glenn Fabry. That last one was a bit of a shock. I was genuinely starstruck and lost for words when he handed me his work-in-progress and asked me what I thought. I managed to hastily cobble together some comments that possibly made sense, but there's an equal chance that they were gibberish. I shall have to make more of an effort to not react that way when people I admire and respect ask me things.
It was great to see all those I saw. Overeager puppydog wavings go out to all, including Jon Lock, Corey Brotherson, Yomi Ayeni, Lynsey Hutchinson, Dan Hartwell, Karen Rubins and of course Jimmy Pearson for making Bayou Arcana happen. If I missed anyone out, next time I see you I will make it up to you by picking you up in a warm embrace and shaking you until you go limp.
I won't dwell any more on Kapow, because everyone is probably sick of hearing about it at this stage. I will instead look ahead, to that vast horizon that beckons from the other side of my keyboard, where magnificent stories unfold and I make big bags of cash. To that end, I'm once again postponing the novel I was supposed to start in April to get another comic book project going.
I know, I know. At this rate I'll never start that book. But this comic project is hopefully not going to be an enormous undertaking. It's a rewrite and possible retooling of Hudson Falls, my project from last year, which I will be aiming at a new publisher. Nothing definitive yet, as I wasn't able to pitch it to the publisher at Kapow, but I remain optimistic about its chances. There's no artist attached to it yet so once the new version of the script is properly underway I shall be going on a bit of a talent search.
Well, I say that, but at least the first week was on purpose. I wanted to take a step back from everything after Kapow and just ponder things for a bit while I planned ahead. Through my natural laziness that one week became three. Oops.
On the plus side, I watched a lot of Jackie Chan movies and played a fair bit of Star Wars: The Old Republic. So it's not like I sat there doing nothing.
So to catch up, Kapow was - as you probably all know by now - awesome. The weekend went by in a bit of a blur in hindsight, but the running highlights included hanging out with that lovely Bayou Arcana lot, sitting in baffled silence on our panel while other people talked, and meeting Glenn Fabry. That last one was a bit of a shock. I was genuinely starstruck and lost for words when he handed me his work-in-progress and asked me what I thought. I managed to hastily cobble together some comments that possibly made sense, but there's an equal chance that they were gibberish. I shall have to make more of an effort to not react that way when people I admire and respect ask me things.
It was great to see all those I saw. Overeager puppydog wavings go out to all, including Jon Lock, Corey Brotherson, Yomi Ayeni, Lynsey Hutchinson, Dan Hartwell, Karen Rubins and of course Jimmy Pearson for making Bayou Arcana happen. If I missed anyone out, next time I see you I will make it up to you by picking you up in a warm embrace and shaking you until you go limp.
I won't dwell any more on Kapow, because everyone is probably sick of hearing about it at this stage. I will instead look ahead, to that vast horizon that beckons from the other side of my keyboard, where magnificent stories unfold and I make big bags of cash. To that end, I'm once again postponing the novel I was supposed to start in April to get another comic book project going.
I know, I know. At this rate I'll never start that book. But this comic project is hopefully not going to be an enormous undertaking. It's a rewrite and possible retooling of Hudson Falls, my project from last year, which I will be aiming at a new publisher. Nothing definitive yet, as I wasn't able to pitch it to the publisher at Kapow, but I remain optimistic about its chances. There's no artist attached to it yet so once the new version of the script is properly underway I shall be going on a bit of a talent search.
Sunday, 13 May 2012
Bristol Comics and Swampy Frolics, part 2
Part 1.
Once the Bayou Arcana event itself began, things picked up. Harry Markos was obviously incredibly busy, keeping everything running smoothly, but he still made time to talk to everyone and I had a brief chat with him and Roland before the panel began.
There were a lot of the creators there, as you can expect, and I doubted they'd need any more people up there this time. So I stayed in the crowd for the talk. This time. I'm on the Kapow panel next weekend, and I thought that would be sufficient for someone like me, who is a bit introverted and unaccustomed to public speaking. I failed to hide myself entirely however, as Jimmy was kind enough to point me out to everyone.
And of course, then there were the signings, which were all kinds of awesome. The regrets of not seeing all the people I wanted to see melted away and I just enjoyed being there with other creators and signing our comic book. Made me feel like a proper writer, especially the bit shortly before the event when Harry came round with a bunch of the hardcovers for us to sign to be sold as limited editions. I definitely want more of that, thank you very much.
So, all in all, the launch event was great. Loved every second of it, and got to meet lots of new people and introduce myself to Harry. Any downsides to the weekend about not getting opportunity to talk to people due to the relative brevity of my stay will, I'm determined, be resolved and sorted at Kapow, which I will be at for more than a measly half a day. I will be able to drink in the evening for a start, which will be a new and novel experience and I genuinely hope I don't make a tit of myself by getting pissed and throwing up on somebody's shoes.
So, on the itinerary for next weekend is a panel and any attached subsequent events and more chatting and networking with chums old and new. It's going to be a busy one, but if it's anything like as good as Bristol, it's going to be a corking show.
Once the Bayou Arcana event itself began, things picked up. Harry Markos was obviously incredibly busy, keeping everything running smoothly, but he still made time to talk to everyone and I had a brief chat with him and Roland before the panel began.
There were a lot of the creators there, as you can expect, and I doubted they'd need any more people up there this time. So I stayed in the crowd for the talk. This time. I'm on the Kapow panel next weekend, and I thought that would be sufficient for someone like me, who is a bit introverted and unaccustomed to public speaking. I failed to hide myself entirely however, as Jimmy was kind enough to point me out to everyone.
So, on the itinerary for next weekend is a panel and any attached subsequent events and more chatting and networking with chums old and new. It's going to be a busy one, but if it's anything like as good as Bristol, it's going to be a corking show.
Bristol Comics and Swampy Frolics
It's Sunday afternoon, and the Bristol comics show is still going on, but as I was part of the Saturday-only crowd, I had a nice long lie in this morning and an opportunity to reflect on the events a bit sooner than most people. The main news is that Bayou Arcana has now launched, and it appears to have been quite a successful one. If you were unable to pick up a copy at the show I'd suggest that you pick up a copy on Amazon or through Markosia's own website, because it has come together as a complete book very well. Even better than anyone had hoped, in fact.
My mate and graphic designer-type person Chris Jones was generous enough to give me a lift to and from the event. He can be thanked for the photos from the day, by the way. Chris isn't a comic nerd by any stretch of the imagination, and it was his first comics show, but he was enthusiastic about going and I wasn't about to turn my nose up at an opportunity to avoid a four and a half hour long train journey twice in one day. Twice in one day it would have been, too, because I haven't yet got the hang of spending entire weekends at comic shows. Bristol taught me I have to get out of that habit at least.
So, the day began rather early and rather peculiarly - counting
the corpses of animals exploded by cars as we drove past them along winding country roads. We'd been on the road nearly two hours before we hit the first motorway, so as you can imagine, we saw a lot of dead badgers. It was just before 11 when we finally found ourselves at the venue, and I had time for one quick circuit of the hall itself before the busy time began. I stopped by Jon Lock's table, where he was flogging copies of his book Afterlife, Inc, a copy of which I spectacularly failed to pick up due to the almost total absence of nearby cash machines. I shall purchase one soon, Jon, I promise.
Shortly afterwards I met up with Jimmy Pearson, editor and boss of the Bayou Arcana group and my good chums Roland and Caz, and we collectively moseyed on over to the Ramada for the Markosia afternoon. Once the event got started I quickly realised how full the day would be, and I felt slightly regretful that my all too brief time in the hall in the morning was all the time I'd be able to spend there. As a result, I only had time for a quick chat with Jon and the folks on the neighbouring table, and completely missed out on looking for some of the people I had hoped to catch up with. Mostly I'd hoped to see Mike Garley and Jack Tempest again, so if you were there sorry I missed you, guys. Hopefully I'll run into you at Kapow next weekend.
And the Markosia event began. And it was super. After helping to set up the Bayou Arcana table (I use the term 'helping' rather loosely, for I am a klutz and a lummox) there was a chance to meet and chat with some of the other contributors to the book, who I've never had any contact with before outside of Facebook. It was the first time that many of us had met face to face, and I think everyone especially appreciated the effort that Patricia Echavarri-Riego had gone to, flying over from Mexico for the show.
Bayou Arcana wasn't the only book Markosia launched, and the other books seemed to be of an equally high standard. I especially liked the look of White Knuckle, by Cy Dethan and Valia Kapadai. I had the privilege to meet Valia and look through the stunning artwork in her portfolio, which was something to behold. Needless to say, White Knuckle is a breathtakingly gorgeous book. You should buy it and shower Cy and Valia with praise and money.
Cy, however, went on the list of people I regrettably didn't get a chance to meet. I wanted to, as he raised some very good points during his panel and I wanted to pick his brains a little for advice regarding pitching to publishers. But as the day wore on there were fewer and fewer opportunities for a one-day wonder like me to get things done and talk to folks. Hopefully Cy will also be at Kapow, so I can shake him firmly by the hand all manly like and mine his brains for the informations.
When I eventually got home and began reflecting on the day, I realised that I'm going to have to start spending entire weekends at these events in the future if I want to accomplish all I want to in the time allowed. I think it's a blessing in disguise that I'm having to do so for Kapow. Maybe there I'll get the things done that I failed to at Bristol.
Anyway, to be continued...
My mate and graphic designer-type person Chris Jones was generous enough to give me a lift to and from the event. He can be thanked for the photos from the day, by the way. Chris isn't a comic nerd by any stretch of the imagination, and it was his first comics show, but he was enthusiastic about going and I wasn't about to turn my nose up at an opportunity to avoid a four and a half hour long train journey twice in one day. Twice in one day it would have been, too, because I haven't yet got the hang of spending entire weekends at comic shows. Bristol taught me I have to get out of that habit at least.
Shortly afterwards I met up with Jimmy Pearson, editor and boss of the Bayou Arcana group and my good chums Roland and Caz, and we collectively moseyed on over to the Ramada for the Markosia afternoon. Once the event got started I quickly realised how full the day would be, and I felt slightly regretful that my all too brief time in the hall in the morning was all the time I'd be able to spend there. As a result, I only had time for a quick chat with Jon and the folks on the neighbouring table, and completely missed out on looking for some of the people I had hoped to catch up with. Mostly I'd hoped to see Mike Garley and Jack Tempest again, so if you were there sorry I missed you, guys. Hopefully I'll run into you at Kapow next weekend.
Bayou Arcana wasn't the only book Markosia launched, and the other books seemed to be of an equally high standard. I especially liked the look of White Knuckle, by Cy Dethan and Valia Kapadai. I had the privilege to meet Valia and look through the stunning artwork in her portfolio, which was something to behold. Needless to say, White Knuckle is a breathtakingly gorgeous book. You should buy it and shower Cy and Valia with praise and money.
Cy, however, went on the list of people I regrettably didn't get a chance to meet. I wanted to, as he raised some very good points during his panel and I wanted to pick his brains a little for advice regarding pitching to publishers. But as the day wore on there were fewer and fewer opportunities for a one-day wonder like me to get things done and talk to folks. Hopefully Cy will also be at Kapow, so I can shake him firmly by the hand all manly like and mine his brains for the informations.
When I eventually got home and began reflecting on the day, I realised that I'm going to have to start spending entire weekends at these events in the future if I want to accomplish all I want to in the time allowed. I think it's a blessing in disguise that I'm having to do so for Kapow. Maybe there I'll get the things done that I failed to at Bristol.
Anyway, to be continued...
Tuesday, 30 August 2011
Putting Hitler in the cupboard
OK, now I've fully recovered, write up time - most importantly, Predators is now available, and my short is in there for the world to see. I genuinely forgot that this was coming out, and it was a pleasant surprise to find out when doing my pre-show homework and stopped by the Accent UK blog. It's a gorgeous looking book, so congrats to Colin and Dave for making their books progressively sexier as time goes on.
They even had that lovely new book smell! I stuck my nose in one for a sniff, and quickly realised that it had to become my copy because I'd left a little blob of snot on the edge of the pages. I played it like my usual supercool self though and nobody noticed. However, I did realise when reading it that I'd forgotten to send them an updated Bio, so I should get on that soon.
I met up with a few old faces, and chummed around with some new ones, too. Jon Lock was good enough to let me have a flick through his 'Afterlife, Inc.' file, which looks like jolly good fun and hopefully I'll see it on sale at one of these shows soon. I am currently making the first delicate, tentative steps towards trying to nick one of his artists - with his permission of course. I'm not some sort of artist-stealing slut, you understand.
Refreshed in my mind the need to crack on with my most recent projects - Last night I had a minor revelation of sorts regarding the short for Mike Garley's Dead Roots. So completely did the story take shape in my head that I will be able to bash that out in double quick time, which I shall get onto this week.
Oddly enough, it's another zombie story that deals with loss, grief and emotional anguish. It seems to be a theme I return to again and again. I do so wish I could come up with a cheerful idea one of these days.
I think I am going to become busy again. Hopefully busy enough to forget the quagmire of misery I've been languishing in long enough to get some sodding work done.
They even had that lovely new book smell! I stuck my nose in one for a sniff, and quickly realised that it had to become my copy because I'd left a little blob of snot on the edge of the pages. I played it like my usual supercool self though and nobody noticed. However, I did realise when reading it that I'd forgotten to send them an updated Bio, so I should get on that soon.
I met up with a few old faces, and chummed around with some new ones, too. Jon Lock was good enough to let me have a flick through his 'Afterlife, Inc.' file, which looks like jolly good fun and hopefully I'll see it on sale at one of these shows soon. I am currently making the first delicate, tentative steps towards trying to nick one of his artists - with his permission of course. I'm not some sort of artist-stealing slut, you understand.
Refreshed in my mind the need to crack on with my most recent projects - Last night I had a minor revelation of sorts regarding the short for Mike Garley's Dead Roots. So completely did the story take shape in my head that I will be able to bash that out in double quick time, which I shall get onto this week.
Oddly enough, it's another zombie story that deals with loss, grief and emotional anguish. It seems to be a theme I return to again and again. I do so wish I could come up with a cheerful idea one of these days.
I think I am going to become busy again. Hopefully busy enough to forget the quagmire of misery I've been languishing in long enough to get some sodding work done.
Saturday, 27 August 2011
Nurfglrr...
Just this minute got back from Birmingham and today's comic show thingy.
I am absolutely shattered. Too tired to write it up yet. I may have lost the ability to think coherent thoughts about four hours ago, so God only knows what I was babbling about when talking to people for the latter part of the day.
Got my copy of Predators from Accent UK - That's four published shorts and counting now. Methinks I shall be getting on with the writings again when my addled brains have properly recovered.
I am absolutely shattered. Too tired to write it up yet. I may have lost the ability to think coherent thoughts about four hours ago, so God only knows what I was babbling about when talking to people for the latter part of the day.
Got my copy of Predators from Accent UK - That's four published shorts and counting now. Methinks I shall be getting on with the writings again when my addled brains have properly recovered.
Sunday, 19 June 2011
Insert dodgy 'launch pad' pun here.
Comics Launch Pad then, eh? What a cracking day.
I'm still trying to digest everything that went on and work out what should happen next - I suppose the best place to start would be to thank Shane Chebsey and chums for organising the whole thing.
It was a bit different to other shows I've been to, and in a good way - without the big sales hall side that usually accompanies these things there was a much greater sense of it just being a big creative hub for writers and artists to pal around, chat and talk about the future. I spoke to quite a few excellent people I've not met before, so there was much exchanging of cards and such.
I even took in a few talks. Mike Carey's was insightful. It was geared a little more towards people who are just starting to write, but there was still a good chunk of the talk that was useful, and there was a lot for me to bear in mind - oddly enough, some of the stuff he said about how captioning and narration has changed is going to be handy when writing the script for 'Broken Smile', so that was well timed. Joey Cavalieri's talk was also incredibly useful. He said some very helpful things regarding how to go about getting published that I'll be bearing in mind in the future.
So lots to think about, and just as much to follow up on. I'll be spending most of my spare time for the next couple of weeks sending emails to folks and hunching over my keyboard.
But probably not today. Taking in a comics show where one must stay upright and chatty when one is quite poorly does take it out of one. I didn't roll out of bed until this afternoon, and I still feel like crap. I think I shall be remaining horizontal and stationary for the rest of the day.
I'm still trying to digest everything that went on and work out what should happen next - I suppose the best place to start would be to thank Shane Chebsey and chums for organising the whole thing.
It was a bit different to other shows I've been to, and in a good way - without the big sales hall side that usually accompanies these things there was a much greater sense of it just being a big creative hub for writers and artists to pal around, chat and talk about the future. I spoke to quite a few excellent people I've not met before, so there was much exchanging of cards and such.
I even took in a few talks. Mike Carey's was insightful. It was geared a little more towards people who are just starting to write, but there was still a good chunk of the talk that was useful, and there was a lot for me to bear in mind - oddly enough, some of the stuff he said about how captioning and narration has changed is going to be handy when writing the script for 'Broken Smile', so that was well timed. Joey Cavalieri's talk was also incredibly useful. He said some very helpful things regarding how to go about getting published that I'll be bearing in mind in the future.
So lots to think about, and just as much to follow up on. I'll be spending most of my spare time for the next couple of weeks sending emails to folks and hunching over my keyboard.
But probably not today. Taking in a comics show where one must stay upright and chatty when one is quite poorly does take it out of one. I didn't roll out of bed until this afternoon, and I still feel like crap. I think I shall be remaining horizontal and stationary for the rest of the day.
Fluffy fluffy pillow nice
Got back from the Comics Launch Pad in Birmingham about half a hour ago. I love train delays. Too tired to write it up now - felt like absolute shit all day and have been running on empty since about 4.30pm, so I'll be crashing until at least noon tomorrow.
Hopefully I'll have regained control of my mental faculties to digest all that went on today. If that happens I'll give it a bit of a write up here.
Now, bed beckons. I must surrender to its pillowy embrace.
Hopefully I'll have regained control of my mental faculties to digest all that went on today. If that happens I'll give it a bit of a write up here.
Now, bed beckons. I must surrender to its pillowy embrace.
Sunday, 21 November 2010
Underwhelmed But Looking Forwards
I thought it was time, after an incredibly long lie in, to document my thoughts on Thought Bubble in Leeds - as the title suggests, I was rather disappointed and came home with feelings of frustration more than anything else.
As it was my first Thought Bubble, I didn't know what to expect, and assumed it would be a similar vibe to BICS last month, which turned out to be a bit wide of the mark - there was a much greater emphasis on the buying and selling at Thought Bubble, and not quite so much on the social aspects of the show. Good for the people with tables, not so good for me, I guess. I managed to have a quick chat with Dave and Colin at the Accent table, and caught up a little with old chums like Jenika, Doug Noble and Daniel Merlin Goodbrey, but all in all it had much more of a market feel and I found it hard to wade through the bustle towards other creators. It was something of a shame considering my new quest for artists.
The organization of the event seems to be a little chaotic, too. Any event where those with pre-paid tickets take twice as long to get into the show as those who have just shown up with nothing is a bit uncoordinated, and In this regard, Thought Bubble was a bit of a shambles. It was livened up a little, however, by the troupe of rollerskating zombie chicks in gold hotpants, who were meandering around the entrance for the best part of the day.
So, not very much was done, and a lot still remains to do - Accent passed on the script that I had delivered to them due to its length, but reassured me of its quality, gave their blessings for me to shop it around, and welcomed a different, shorter script, which Roland will be able to fit better into his schedule. I've got a concept that I shall be developing in the next few weeks for them that will be ideal.
This has had the side effect of leaving me with a complete graphic novel script with no home and no attached artist, which is not necessarily a bad thing, because I already have a number of ideas regarding Hudson Falls which I'll be exploring in the next few weeks. That will all hinge on finding an artist to come on board, because as any writer will know, many publishers won't even look at a script unless it's accompanied by at least 10 pages of finished art.
Between that and the Clint submissions, I'm going to have to redouble my efforts and throw myself into my crusade for artists. By the last count, I now need at least three new collaborators for various projects.
In other news, progress continues to be made with Chris and the website - more subtle changes take place as time goes on. I'm hoping that some time in the new year the design will be complete and I can just concern myself with generating additional content to go into it.
Lots to do, and more to think about. This Christmas will be a quiet one, I think.
As it was my first Thought Bubble, I didn't know what to expect, and assumed it would be a similar vibe to BICS last month, which turned out to be a bit wide of the mark - there was a much greater emphasis on the buying and selling at Thought Bubble, and not quite so much on the social aspects of the show. Good for the people with tables, not so good for me, I guess. I managed to have a quick chat with Dave and Colin at the Accent table, and caught up a little with old chums like Jenika, Doug Noble and Daniel Merlin Goodbrey, but all in all it had much more of a market feel and I found it hard to wade through the bustle towards other creators. It was something of a shame considering my new quest for artists.
The organization of the event seems to be a little chaotic, too. Any event where those with pre-paid tickets take twice as long to get into the show as those who have just shown up with nothing is a bit uncoordinated, and In this regard, Thought Bubble was a bit of a shambles. It was livened up a little, however, by the troupe of rollerskating zombie chicks in gold hotpants, who were meandering around the entrance for the best part of the day.
So, not very much was done, and a lot still remains to do - Accent passed on the script that I had delivered to them due to its length, but reassured me of its quality, gave their blessings for me to shop it around, and welcomed a different, shorter script, which Roland will be able to fit better into his schedule. I've got a concept that I shall be developing in the next few weeks for them that will be ideal.
This has had the side effect of leaving me with a complete graphic novel script with no home and no attached artist, which is not necessarily a bad thing, because I already have a number of ideas regarding Hudson Falls which I'll be exploring in the next few weeks. That will all hinge on finding an artist to come on board, because as any writer will know, many publishers won't even look at a script unless it's accompanied by at least 10 pages of finished art.
Between that and the Clint submissions, I'm going to have to redouble my efforts and throw myself into my crusade for artists. By the last count, I now need at least three new collaborators for various projects.
In other news, progress continues to be made with Chris and the website - more subtle changes take place as time goes on. I'm hoping that some time in the new year the design will be complete and I can just concern myself with generating additional content to go into it.
Lots to do, and more to think about. This Christmas will be a quiet one, I think.
Saturday, 6 November 2010
Ding Dong
The website has seen a little more attention today - It's really starting to take shape now.
I've been calming down a bit over here since the mad post-BICS rush. I've just put the finishing touches to another script that I'm intending to submit to another anthology, and I have another script to write this week for something else.
Once that is done, I'm going to explore some more full graphic novel opportunities and fish out and old idea I had a while back when pitching ideas to Accent UK that I really liked, and I'm going to write that bad boy. It's another of my talky, thoughtful ones, but this one is a bit high-concept and I have a feeling it'll grow in the telling. Looking forward to getting stuck into it.
This weekend is going to comprise my ongoing search for artists for the Clint scripts I've written. I've heard from a few people, but non who would really fit with either story, but I'm not giving up hope and The internet is full of talented artists. There are bound to be a few that would go well with the scripts.
Tickets are bought for Thought Bubble in Leeds, where I'm hoping to continue my run of possibilities.
In other news, as the title of this post demonstrates, I'm now the proud owner of a Leslie Phillips moustache. My immortal and beautiful beard is gone!
It's all in aid of charity, of course. Movember is now in full swing, raising money for The Prostate Cancer Charity, and I've thrown my oar in to try to help out. If you feel like sponsoring my face furniture and donating a little cash, head on over to http://uk.movember.com/mospace/956772/ and hit the "donate to me" button. If I can raise over £80 I get a free invite to a moustache party! I don't know what that involves, but it certainly sounds jolly exciting.
And worry not. Like Rage Against The Machine last year, my beard will be making a triumphant Christmas Comeback when Movember is over.
I've been calming down a bit over here since the mad post-BICS rush. I've just put the finishing touches to another script that I'm intending to submit to another anthology, and I have another script to write this week for something else.
Once that is done, I'm going to explore some more full graphic novel opportunities and fish out and old idea I had a while back when pitching ideas to Accent UK that I really liked, and I'm going to write that bad boy. It's another of my talky, thoughtful ones, but this one is a bit high-concept and I have a feeling it'll grow in the telling. Looking forward to getting stuck into it.
This weekend is going to comprise my ongoing search for artists for the Clint scripts I've written. I've heard from a few people, but non who would really fit with either story, but I'm not giving up hope and The internet is full of talented artists. There are bound to be a few that would go well with the scripts.
Tickets are bought for Thought Bubble in Leeds, where I'm hoping to continue my run of possibilities.
In other news, as the title of this post demonstrates, I'm now the proud owner of a Leslie Phillips moustache. My immortal and beautiful beard is gone!
It's all in aid of charity, of course. Movember is now in full swing, raising money for The Prostate Cancer Charity, and I've thrown my oar in to try to help out. If you feel like sponsoring my face furniture and donating a little cash, head on over to http://uk.movember.com/mospace/956772/ and hit the "donate to me" button. If I can raise over £80 I get a free invite to a moustache party! I don't know what that involves, but it certainly sounds jolly exciting.
And worry not. Like Rage Against The Machine last year, my beard will be making a triumphant Christmas Comeback when Movember is over.
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