The Tools of the Trade: Brushes

When I first broke into comics, 25 years ago kids! (16th March 2001 is my first 2000ad credit!) I somehow convinced myself that only by using a brush – a proper tool proper artists use – could I somehow be worthy of being a pro. Up until this point I’d been drawing with a Pilot V5 Tech point (a pen I still love).

John McCrea had suggested I get some obscenely long rigging brush, which he found easy to control but I found impossible. But It did lead me to my beloved (at the time) Sapphire Series 51 10/0 rigging brush.

A rigging brush is designed to help you paint the delicate line work of rigging, so tends to be longer than a normal brush and thinner. The 10/0 was akin to about 10 eye lashes strapped together.

A fine brush that took me quite a few years to get the hang on. Certainly those early lines were over worked, fussy and just too heavy in general. Combination of my inexperience as an artist and my inexperience with a brush.

But, as I got better with it, I started using it more like a pen. I still think the most natural and attractive line is one that comes from a brush. But these days I find a brush too difficult to handle. Partly my eyesight not being what it was and partly er… the handle – it’s very very thing. And arthritis make holding it a bit of a chore. I mean there are ways around it, I’m not adverse to wrapping most of the business end in a big ball of masking tape, but you never quite get it right.

Eventually I went to thicker brushes, but I could never get a good enough line, and the rolls royace of inking brushes Winsor & Newton SERIES 7 Kolinsky Sable Artists Brushes start around £20 for the #1s, and there was no way on earth I was ever gonna spend £20 on a brush when I knew how badly I treat brushes (SO BADLY – I’m sorry to all my brushes who I never managed to look after and who often spent more time being crunched underfoot rather than bathing in water to be cleaned)

SO I shifted gears to, sometimes brush pens, sometimes pen nibs (G is my current favourite) and sometimes digital. Right now, I’m on dip pens.

But brush remains the gold standard.

On a somewhat related note Șøštěr’ş Ġřęëñ (I refuse to lookup the spelling) are selling synthetic brushes for insanely cheap prices – 66p! Look they’re probably rubbish, but honestly, they might be good enough for filling in large black areas, and that’s what they’ll mostly be used for.

On Writing

I’ve posted this on bluesky already but I’m keeping it here because… well… it’s the 21st Century and nobody trusts social media any more….

Whats keeping me writing is the idea that ok, I’m not ever gonna be Alan Moore or Garth Ennis or (pick your favourite) but also they will never ever write exactly the thing I’m currently interested in and maybe it’s only me interested in it, but I’m also the only one writing it.

The more I explore writing, the more I stumble in to things that are interesting to me and the more I think we’ll I sure wish someone smarter than me was writing this, but then those people are finding their own thing to write about, so if it’s interesting to you, maybe it’ll be interesting to others. Maybe don’t worry about not being good enough to tell it. Tell it first, then worry afterwards, because honestly, it’s not like someone else is gonna tell the exact same story as you.

In contrast, I added this:

This is slightly different to what keeps me drawing. I love other artists work and I see it and think “Hell yeah, I want to do that” and then fail, but I enjoy the bit between “Hell yeah” and “oh that’s not turned out how I hoped”… so I keep doing it.

It’s funny to me, when I hear people say such-and-such an artist is so good it makes me want to quite, and I don’t know if it’s because I’m an idiot, but seeing someone better than me (and there’re quite a few) just makes me want to be better and do what they’re doing. (Unless they’re 30 years younger than me, but I get round that problem by just assuming they’re gifted geniuses, whereas I actually have to work at being any way half decent, so the fact I am is testament to the amount of work I put in. Oh you think I’m rubbish, we’ll you should see how bad I was before I practised my ass off.

There’s one of the terran omega stories I’m writing that I was thinking about last night, it would be issue 8 in a 12 issue arc. (I’m pretending that this is all happening, but it’s the only way I’ll get better as a writer is to er… write).

Anyway in this little short, it’s about … journey versus destination, and I was trying to unlock it in my head, I knew what was happening, and I knew what I wanted it to be about, and I thought oh I need a pov character. So I added one. And then….well I don’t want to spoil it, but it unlocked what it was about and why. Up until then my why was a more “just because this is the kind of thing I fancy drawing” and now it’s “oh IT’S ABOUT THIS THING”.

I find that happens a lot when I write, I have some very solid visual idea or something that will be cool in my head, and then mulling it over, telling mysdelf the story again and again, sometimes I’ll unlock the themes of it and discover it needs to just really pull together with that theme.

Is there anything more dull than talking about writing? Explaining jokes, or telling someone else your dreams maybe.

At least with drawing there’s some pretty pictures, but all you’ll get out of this is “And then I wrote a new draft”. Which is not thrilling. Anyway, please forgive my indulgence, but this is what you’re gonna get.

In other writing news

Sometime ago I wrote a terror tale for a 2000ad pitch sent it in, Matt liked it but wanted one (minor) change to the end, which … I never found time to do. So I’m going to make time next weekend (I’d better remember)

I also, was sat in the car with Pye Parr and talking about him writing his own stuff, came up with a fun short pitch, which was the first time I thought of a story with a eye on someone else drawing it. I recently reread the script I wrote up, and actually, I think it’s enormous fun. So, I think the following week I’ll dust it off and send as a pitch to 2000ad. Pye probably won’t have time to draw it, but I know another artists for whom this is perfectly in their wheel house.

I really am trying to make the time to write things, it’s hard because often you know these things will go nowhere (unless I draw them myself) and so you could write yourself hundreds of stories and they’ll just sit collecting dust.

But this year, at least, if I spend this year trying to focus spare attention on writing, I might make some progress in my abilities on that front, and maybe find a home for some of these things. We’ll see.

Naval Gazing

I’m not entirely sure when I first discovered naval oranges. I know I didn’t really think of them much as a kid, but somewhere in adult life I stumbled across them and realised these – at least in Belfast – tended to be a winter treat. They’re big, fat and if you’re lucky, juicy oranges. I suspect the ones we get are nowhere near the treat they are in Spain or other countries where they can fall ripe from the tree instead of requiring shipping.

I spent a happy day googling them once when Iwas trying to figure out exactly what they were (because even now they’re often just labelled “Big Oranges” in most shops here, presumably so when the season ends they can be replaced by another kind of Big Orange that has pips).

Did you know they all come from a mutant fruit, because they’re seedless every tree has to come from a cutting from that original tree.

And, as a mark of how different humans can be, someone posted on bluesky “What’s the most over rated fruit” to which someone else responded “The Naval Orange”

Have you tried Miracle berries? A few years ago (oh god, that’s probably actually a decade or more now) I did. A weird little African berry that when chewed and mushed around your mouth it has a peculiar effect of masking your sour taste buds, making every thing you eat for the next 30 or so minutes that much sweeter. A sort of bitter-cancelling berry.

I should really try a miracle berry with a naval orange.

(I know you’re asking, has Paul finally run out of things to blog about on a daily basis… maybe?)

Writing

Yesterday I set a single pomodoro timer to write up a script for what would be a theoretical issue #3 of Terran Omega. A skeleton draft. And 30 minutes did it.

My drafting process is to start with page 1, include dialogue or other bits (enough that later I know what the page is doing and so I can go back and figure out panels) and then move on to the next page – but from page 2 onwards I write in two page chunks. Pages 2-3, Pages 4-5, Pages 6-7. This helps me remember that the page turn will happen on odd pages, and it makes the process that little bit easier.

Later I can go in and chop those pages up, if I want to, but also if they’re a double page spread then that’s fine.

I wrote 20 pages that way in 30 minutes. Though to be fair I’d been mulling those things over for a bit of time before I started. The thing is now I have a first draft. It’s a matter of editing. And I might do that today.

I think I’ll be aiming for 20 pages – ending a strip on even page numbers is good, because you can get a nice dramatic page turn on the last page.

Yesterday on Social Media

Via my pal, John Reppion

With #SmallProphets on everyone's minds, you might be interested in some extra info on Homunculi. Back in 2017 I wrote this piece: "How to Make a Homunculus" for the Daily Grail [link]

And… ok, that’s enough, isn’t? See you tomorrow.

Write for the job you want…

When I was 27, and before I had anything but a couple of small press credits I went to my pal Mal Coney (a Belfast comics stalwart and at one time the writer on a bunch of image books, like The Darkness) and ask did he have a complete 24 page script I could draw because I was convinced that I needed to be able to draw a monthly book (again this is BEFORE I had any sort of career) I just needed to know I was capable of doing it.

He gave me a very silly strip called The Simply Incredible Hunk, which was a camp carry-on movie version of the Incredible Hulk.

I drew it in 25 days. While working a full time job.

And from that I deduced, that, yes, I could draw a monthly book.

Now, I’ve never really been tested on that front, but the lesson stayed with me. You need to know if you’re capable of the job you’re looking to do (no point me looking for deep sea diving work when I’m deathly afraid of drowning)

So this year I’m trying to focus on writing. But the truth is the Terran Omega script that I’m currently drawing was written around august, so I actually haven’t written much since then. Well, that’s going to change. I’m about to embark on a somewhat mad exercise of writing Terran Omega as if it’s an ongoing comic. That means at least one script per month.

I mean at the pace I’m drawing it, that will mean I’ve got scripts to draw for the next twelve years too.

The thing is there’s a couple of problems with this idea, number one I just really don’t know how to write that much work. Even the Terran Omega I’ve written has so many draft documents it’s a messy file system. So I’m sticking a simple file system on my computer Terran Omega -> Issue 1/Issue 2/Issue 3/etc.

I sat and worked out the rough contents of twelve issues (actually ten, if you count the two I’ve already done) and now I’m going to slowly go through them and see if I can write ten comics. Some of the stories are two issues (as is the first one “The Ghosts of War”) then a three issue (because I need to be bolder) a one issue thing and finally a four issue thing. Just to build the writing muscle.

Here’s the (working titles)

#3 – The Seed part 1
#4 – The Seed part 2
#5 – The Seven part 1
#6 – The Seven part 2
#7 – The Seven part 3
#8 – The Journey
#9 – [untitled] part 1
#10 – [untitled] part 2
#11 – [untitled] part 3
#12 – [untitled] part 4

The Seed I’ve been writing in my head for a bit. My process is write down some cool visuals or twists or something interesting, then try and figure out how to tie them together and then hammer in on the themes and what it’s about, and strengthen that in a rewrite/edit process.

Usually, I’ll try and visualise the entire story on a long drive to my Mother-in-Laws, it takes about an hour and by that time I’ve often got some really good milestones for the story locked down.

Because I’ve never tried anything this ambitious in writing before my brain has hopped about all over the place on the stories, so I’ve bits and pieces of all twelve, but nothing solid.

The Seed was a follow up I thought about doing even before I’d started the Ghosts of War, but as conceived it was an 11 page short and I thought, but maybe I want to do another 48 page novella, what then? So I mulled it over and realised this story was a great way to get in to a little bit of Terran Omega’s past and by doing that I could turn a short into a two parter. A thing I think I learned from the musical episode of Buffy, where it should be a throwaway silly episode that you can enjoy because MUSIC! But turns out it has some of the biggest reveals in the series (notably the moment the gang all find out where Buffy had been when she was dead [spoilers for a episode that’s what 25 years old?])

The Seven was also vying for a second place story, but it’s a bigger story and more ambitious and I felt I needed to get some more pages under my belt before attempting it.

The Journey was just a very quick idea that I thought, yes. A reward for me, in some ways. An important character piece, which would be a bad one to start with but actually sitting in between longer stories it feels right.

The last one – [untitled] – is actually titled, but the title feels spoiler ish, and so I’m keeping it to myself in the mean time. I have a start for it, and a reason for it, and the world that it’s in, and I kind of know the sorts of things I want to explore and actually I’m keen to get to it. We’ll see.

Today On Social Media

Speaking of writing, if you want to go away and read this you can do, but it is tiem well spent – a blog post that basically tells a great little creepy short story but in a form of a blog entry that’s an exploration of the changing english language the story is really just a hook to hang that exploration on, but I love it. I love it all. I love the story. I love that you’re told what’s going on and I love that it explains all of the language changes.

How far back in time can you understand English?

An experiment in language change

Link here.

It’s by Colin Gorrie.

Hair Today

I have a note with a suggestion for today’s blog, it simply says “haircut”. Why it says that, I’ve no idea. I know that I got a haircut yesterday and I know I had something I’d intended to say about it – what that was I don’t know?

I’ve already talked about haircuts before, I even wrote a comic strip, but do I have anything new to say on the topic? Probably not. I’ve been getting a haircut once per month every year since I was 14. With the exception of the covid lockdowns – which means I’ve spent in the region of £5k in that time on hair.

I complain endlessly about my hair, it’s a thick matt of animal rug, slightly receded at the front, but not so you’d notice. There’s a little bit of grey, again not a lot, and what is there is usually less visible when I’ve recently had a hair cut. It comes to a widow’s peak. When I was younger, I’d get a flat top hair cut and two odd little side tufts would look like the little bits of an owl that look like ears. Twit twoo.

Yesterday In Social Media

Per Joanne Harris

Unsolicited writing advice, no. 21456: There are two kinds of writer: the ones who write for love, and the ones who do it to get results. In a world in which writers are paid less and less, results are often uncertain. But if you really love what you do, you'll keep going.

And, with a bit added by Gareth A Hopkins

This holds for comics, too.

I mean, the horrible reality is doing it for what you love is also going to pay less. But at least you’ll starve doing the thing you love.

Yesterday was trailertastic day on youtube

Here’s the New He-Man and the Masters of the Universe Trailer.

Honestly, I missed He-Man, it came out just as I’d aged out of playing with toys (I mean I was 11, what did I think I was gonna do?) I think I’d gotten in to comics and He-Man just seemed a bit silly. Even his name, for gawd’s sake.

My youngest brother at the time (another brother would come along much much later) was well in to it though. I think when I was his age we were quite a poor family, but in the meantime my dad was doing much better and now he had everything – He Man, Castlegreyskull and I’m sure all of the figures. He’d also gotten every single star wars thing you could get, death star, millenium falcon, everything.

Though to be fair I’d never felt like I didn’t get the kind of toys I wanted as a kid – largely anything Action Man related.

Anyway, longtime friend Ross pointed me towards a trailer for another movie, Death Stalker.

Every bit as silly, and much lower budget and yet this looks more fun.

My mate Rob has a new creator owned comic out from Dark Horse, I’ve read the first issue, it’s enormous fun (and gorgeous)

It’s up to a van full of washed-up retirees to save a baby kaiju before its powers are used to destroy the world in @robwilliams71.bsky.social and @nilvendrell.bsky.social new comic series Hidden Springs, kicking off on May 13! @comicbook.com shared the details: https://bit.ly/4pRr5V0

Dark Horse Comics (@darkhorse.com) 2026-01-22T18:00:23.123129587Z

I dunno if it’s obvious but I’m trying to ignore the state of the world, and the news in the blog. There’s enough of that out there. This is a place for imagination and happiness and joy, and oh sod it, ok, one little thing (and I’ll explain why in a second)

Musk, at Davos:

“My prediction is there’ll be more robots than people… everyone on Earth is going to have one and going to want one… who wouldn’t want a robot to… watch over your kids, take care of your pets… we are in the most interesting time in history.”

And Alex Andreou response:

Isn't this a telling aspiration? To want robots to look after your kids, so you can do stuff, rather than robots to do stuff, so you can spend time with your kids? The darkness inside these shrivelled men must be like a gaping unfillable void.

To me, this is the bleakest possible 2000ad Futureshock, a clever four pager by Alan Moore with dark broody artwork by Jesus Redondo – a kind of inversion of the One Christmas in Eternity (where humanity has invented immortality, and so never die, but conseuqentially, no one is ever born and there are no children, except the little artifical boy you get to have at christmas to open presents with)

So, this lead me to thinking that actually the future shock format is a wonderful short story format that I don’t think enough people play with. It can be quite formulaic, but once you crack it you can pretty much write it indefinitely – Alan Moore certainly did. If you want to write (and I say to this to myself) you could do worse than scour the news (and focus magazine, and new scientist, and any journals you spot – all available in the libby app or your local library) for a a couple of articles that you can tweak in to a future shock style story. Biting irony, twist in the tale. Doesn’t have to be good, just do it for a while and see where it leaves you.

Ther rhythm of a four page future shock to me is setup, escalate, ironic twist. There’s not room to do much more than that.

Set up :

A world where robots can do every job.

Escalate:

But there’s one job they can’t do, we see the world the robots have made.

We see children running around and robots doing everything to help them they love the kids. No adults anywhere.

Escalate: We see the adults, they are in lock step, walking towards some giant factory. Wearing Robes. Maybe a younger male is talking to an older man “First time, huh. Just turned 18? It’s not so bad. They feed you”

Escalate/twist: the robots talk, they love children, it is entirely the purpose of their existence to look after them, they love them.

Which is why it’s so important that they maintain a good breeding stock of humans to keep the children coming.

That’s it. (Is it good? maybe, certainly you’d want to polish it more and more, and maybe throw in some wilder twist? maybe an adult escaping from the breeding farms and seeing life, which he remembers.= – maybe the children on reaching adolescence get their minds wiped, and one man remembers it as a dream?)

But a news story should get you thinking.

Anyway, use the news, don’t let it use you.

Copyright in the age of AI

I’m gonna preface all of this with I am NOT a lawyer, and copyright law, especially, is one where frequently the winner is the person in court with the most money. So below is largely my opinion…

Copyright isn’t a god given right – there’s no mention of it in the bible and humanity flourished specifically because it didn’t have IP laws of any sort for a long long time (someone had a good idea? we’d take it and build on it).

But it was really the invention of the printing press and the ability to mechanically copy materials that set up the start of what we come to know as copyright – the first true copyright laws are called the Statute of Anne (enacted in 1710) and set copyright as 14 years with a possible extension of 14 years by either the publisher who the materials were licensed to or the author.

Ostensibly the point was to ensure the copyright holder could make money for their material, for a limited time and they would be encouraged to produce new material.

Of course over time copyright has gotten longer and longer, and with some notable exceptions, authors will generally had that copyright over to a publisher so they are no longer the owners of the copyright and the publisher can get all the extended goodness of owning it. Different countries cover it in different ways, the UK mostly follows the US lead. The US lead mostly follows what Sonny (from Sonny and Cher) and the Disney corporation want (mad, isn’t it?).

The French, btw, are the most friendly to authors on this front – their droit d’auteur laws developed sort of in parallel to the UK laws prevent an author signing copyright over to anyone.

The US has a thing called Fair Use (in the UK our equivalent is called Fair Dealing), the idea being that as long as you only use a piece of the material (for example reproducing an image for review) that’s fine. There are other areas of exceptions (the UK allows you to use large amounts of material for research for non-profit – in theory how google uses it’s data, as it’s commercialised is outside of this, but we all used to find google useful so it’s been largely left alone, plus who could afford to fight them on this?).

AI companies are leaning on fair use and fair dealing for the bulk of what they do – swallowing up great gobs of copyright material and then regenerating something “new” from the result. Like chopping up every word in every book ever written and then mixing it with a user’s prompt to get a whole new set of words.

And there’s lots and lots of reasons why they might be right and they might be wrong – if the produced work doesn’t even have a faint echo of any of the material? If it was trained on out of copyright work? If the prompt was say much bigger than the generated output? And i’m sure there’s a whole bunch of other exceptions, and there’s so much money to be had on the AI front that companies will spend a fortune fighting you in court.

BUT, I think what we’ve all forgotten is what the point of copyright was in the first place – a way to give people the ability to earn a living from their creations.

On that front AI holds the keys to a much more dystopian world.

We’ve already started to see Ai’s trained on Ai output that amounts to gibberish, it still needs new inputs, but ai as it stands is likely to hollow out the middle or low ends of the creative industries. Students who would learn the basic craft of drawing might end up training on ai prompt generation and never actually learn good image composition, designers who would be expected to ply their trade on consumer advertising before they’d get a sniff of working at apple, might lose work/income because ai design software can do work that is just-good-enough. We’re in danger of an air lock in the plumbing of the creative industries.

Even without creative stuff AI tools can still be powerful (and useful) but I think governments have to recognise that they don’t want to hollow out the creative arts, and while ai fanboys can argue the bit out as to whether what they’re doing falls under copyright fair use or not, the fact remains it might be good for them, but it’s not good for creatives.

Time moves relentlessly on…

Like a big unrelenting thing. Eight days since the last update.

Let’s catch up, got a neat two pager to do for Monster Fun, with a tight deadline just before I went to Cheltenham (which meant I had to crush a bit the couple of days following to get it done for the 16th which was the deadline) full colour. Think it looks good, I’m a terrible judge of these things. Already feeling like my colouring box of tricks is way too limited.

Here’s a panel from it…

“Dot-Bot”

Editor liked it, so that’s good. Then spent a few days doing family stuff (lot of family stuff). One of the things with kids is, once they reach a certain age, they’re no longer yours to talk about – I used to talk about my kids all the time (on the blog and on social media) because they were delightful little wonders oblivious of most things but especially the internet (except for youtube videos) but now they’re 18 and 15 and as much as I’d love to share stuff about them, stuff I’m proud of, concerned about or just generally parent things, I just can’t. That stuff is theirs. But know I love them, and know that there’s often lots to talk about and I just can’t.

Have finally begun another Devlin Waugh strip, six parter. No deadlines, suspect it’ll not get scheduled for some time. For some artists this is great, for me, it’s a curse. I know if I attacked it the way I normally attack work I’d get it finished in a fortnight, but instead it’s taken me a fortnight to even open the script … because … no deadlines.

On the writing front, I haven’t really had a chance to open the script again on the WHITE RABBIT story. And again self doubt kicks in and I think, really Paul, this is the story you’re going to spend your precious time on earth drawing, something no-one will likely read, you’ll not likely enjoy (not nearly enough monsters) and something that no-one is paying you for? SHUT UP INNER MONOLOGUE.

As a side note, do you inner monologue? I do a lot. Turns out not every one does. Even as I type this I hear it in my own voice in my head. And if I pause to think of the wording, I’ll hear it in my head. Apparently not as common as I thought. (Also: I will have full on dialogues with other people – as I imagine they would react – play out in my head. Honestly a bit of a curse, because you know this isn’t necessarily what they’d say/how they’d really react, so you play through all sorts of permutations. And it’s always been like this. Voices in my head, but not the mad kind, probably)

I’ve most of the next issue of A4 written. Trying desperately to write something that doesn’t end with death is hard though. (It’s been pointed out, correctly, that these stories are all debbie downers… truth is I’m not sure I know how to write anything else? but I should try) There’s six stories so far and I did have a seventh which might be funny, but it turns out I’ve forgotten it. As soon as I think of one of these shorts I write them in the notes app on the iphone and then get on with things, safe in the knowledge it’s there. Sometimes I take a while to do that, then other thoughts pop up and *pff* gone. This one has gone *pff* (And I bet it wasn’t that funny)

Enjoy this Man-Thing Interlude (drawn in procreate)

Been chatting to Alec Worley (lovely bloke, comic writer, his newsletter is here) and he’s been bullying me into moving over to substack. (I have a substack account but only use it for reading). He reckons it’s where the audience will be.

To be honest, I’m sort of fed up with all social media. It’s so balkanised now, I can’t auto post from the blog to twitter, or blusky (but can to mastodon, which I’ve otherwise sort of left fallow). There’s threads where I’m on but not. Instagram which I have but never really upkeep and half a dozen others I’ve forgotten. My patreon still exists but I’m a ghost on there now. (Though I do appreciate those people who may be seeing me in other places and putting money in to my patreon, believe me, it may not seem much but it helps!)

In the battle-with-my-ego front, enough good quality writers have said words to the effect of “but you’re writing is really good” that I’m starting to think there might be something in that. Or at least I might try and stop shying away from the title of writer. I’m really not comfortable with the title (I’m a comic artist who sometimes makes comics that don’t have writers attached … or I sometimes jot down ideas for stories that I never, ever finish) these are things I need to fix, though I’m not sure how that would happen, maybe writing something that is purely prose? or writing something for another artist? I dunno. It’s an interesting data point for now.

I will say I feel my career as a comic artist has been taken as far as it can really go (which I think I’ve said before, isn’t really a bad thing, I don’t mean “and I give up” I mean “well, I’m never gonna be the hot artist, the in demand artist, the first guy on your rolodex or the guy you know will shift the needle, but I WILL be the guy you phone cus the other guy dropped out and man alive this deadline is tight” and honestly, being the hot-artist is a fractionally tiny part of the industry, there’s not many hot artists. I did wistfully want to be an artists-artist. But I’ll settle for being the editors-artist.

Maybe writing stuff will allow me to move the needle in some other ways. I dunno.

Again, my mood is a little darker than usual, I’ll grant you.

Funky Pencil Monkey

Spent a couple of days in a bit of a funk. The world is just … ugh. My mood has been dark (which, all jokes aside, I partially put down to binging Walking Dead which finally got to Neagan, a character I despised so much on first contact, and the grim never ending awfulness of what the characters are going through that it genuinely has effected my mood, so I’ve put it away – no thanks, not watching that) have turned instead to the delights of Gone Fishing.

I’m in a fairly privileged position (in that I’m in a part of the world that is relatively stable, and safe) and so have decided I can’t watch the news at the moment either – things are too grim and it’s impacting how I think about stuff. I don’t remember when things felt this oppressive (plus the comic industry seems to be going through one of its cyclical crunches where there’s more published work than there are readers, and more talented comic book creators than there are jobs for them)

There’s a guy in fixing my gas (big bill I could do well without) and he’s working in my studio room. So I’ve decided to blow the cobwebs off a script idea I had a few years ago (oh god, just after me and Declan did “M” for Dynamite, in 2017) and start polishing it up with a view to drawing it myself as a commando digest sized comic.

Well, strictly speaking I’ll be drawing it A5, and printing either A5 or some reduction of same.

I wrote a fairly detailed treatment of it, and then I rewrote and rewrote it. It was a James Bond pitch originally, and I’ve turned it into “John Regent” a Bond like MI6 Secret Assassin.

Honestly it came about because in our book M, Bond’s boss – a former british soldier – returns to Belfast, and I thought “Oh, man… if James Bond came to Belfast … he could get stuck in an Orange Parade!” because Bond surrounded by a load of guys in Bowler hats marching to a band while he’s being hunted by OddJob is very very funny.

Of course, what often happens between inception and treatment/scripting is the original idea gets lost as you build your plot. So ultimately, that didn’t make it.

Anyway, I have a detailed treatment (no page numbers, just plot happenings) and 64 pages to do it in. So I’ve been trying to work out how long each section should be and man, 64 pages seems like a lot, but every page is only 1 – 2 panels. So you’re really cutting it up a lot. But that’s ok. Because the treatment basically breaks down into Prologue (it’s James Bond! gotta have the bond bit at the start!) Act 1, Act 2, Act 3 and Epilogue I’ve sort of picked arbitary points for these things to break down, that’s when you really start to feel it.

BUT – I’ve adapted tweets into comics, so taking this treatment and going, well, these words have fill 8 pages – beginning on a splash and ending on a splash, giving me roughly 12 panels to tell that part of the story isn’t impossible.

Plus, to be honest, I’m trying not to get bogged down on “what if this is rubbish?” so what. Then it’s rubbish. I don’t think it will be, I think it’ll be not-as-good-as-I-want-it-to-be, which has the same effect as “what if it’s rubbish?” and that effect is to stop you even trying.

So I’m ignoring that instinct and I’m going to write it in to pages, and then draw the damn thing as fast as is humanly possible. And then, if I get that far try and kickstart the beast (I won’t be after big numbers, just enough to get it printed)

But the kickstarter is a long way off, and honestly, I’m doing this because right now, my workload is very very light, and that’s not a terribly comfortable place to be for me. I’d rather have way too much work on.

Sent to kill the super hacker codenamed “White Rabbit” MI6 Assassin JOHN REGENT discovers that she is, in fact, an 11 year old non verbal autistic child. Mission aborted, REGENT and the girl are attacked. Betrayed, REGENT has to go on the run with the girl and her mother to find answers, and to discover just exactly how far down the rabbit hole this goes.

“White Rabbit”

A4 Issue 1 July 2022

Hey! Look, I did it! A proper issue 1 of my A4 ‘zine, A4!

Most of these stories were written in a flurry of activity after I’d finished the zero issue – itself more a test of concept than anything else. To my surprise we’ve had a decent number of downloads (around 400+ I say that because I only thought to add a download counter sometime after doing it, so there’s a good chance it’s closer to 500+)

Anyway, if you’re interested, here’s the download for issue 1:

A4 Issue One

Some backmatter! These are spoilers for most of the stories, so I’m going to age break for you right here and the rest is continued on the next page!

Film Night!

So, I did the first class – a sort of introductory who-we-are-and-what-our-favourite-films-are, two hour thing.

(For the record, I said my favourite film is The Big Lebowski – which I think it is, probably the film I’ve seen the most, and has bits that make me laugh, though honestly the reason I’m doing a course on short film making is I love things like Inside No 9, Black Mirror and… you know … 2000ad)

The plan is everyone who wants to can pitch an idea and then Larry (who’s running the thing) will pick one (based, more on how well it’ll use everyone’s abilities, as much as the quality of the idea/script)

It’s weird introducing yourself in a group – especially one where odds are you’ll find a comic fan – or at least someone who knows you (Belfast is a small place anyway, so – as was the case here – Larry had heard of me, but from people saying “there’s a guy who lives [redacted] who writes* for 2000ad” (*these things are always a bit garbled)

So last night I sat and had a think and came up with about five ideas for shorts, I dunno if any will get past tomorrow, and they’re all a little nebulous, but here they are:

TANGO

Outside a community centre a husband and wife talk about their past, and their future, and how this tango class is a first step in a new future for him. As he walks haltingly towards the door, we see a sign for the tango night – “Singles Tango Night – widowers welcome” and he turns and says goodbye to his wife, who vanishes.

The Pass

Spide and Jaunty are two not-so-bright belfast hoods who need some money for weed, and decide to mug the first person to come down the back street they’re in. That first person, it turns out… is Gandalf.

There’s a confrontation – Gandalf gets the better of the two idiots and escapes, but as he does so, he drops his pipe.

Spide is disappointed, they got nothing. “‘er, you think he was… you know, Magic…?” Jaunty, drawing from the pipe and in a smokey weed induced haze – “I dunno about him, but this is fucking magic”

The Ticket

A traffic warden and a badly parked driver face off, as the warden is about to place a ticket on the car and the man knows if he can get to the door he can claim he was just leaving. No dialogue and filmed like a spaghetti western, including tumbling crisp packets and close up of sweaty eyes.

Working Stiff

An office style docudrama as a husband and wife are interviewed about their typical day. The husband though, is a monosyllabic zombie. “Oh well, day to day there’s not much difference from before, I mean he’s still mostly in the way, though he is a LOT better with the dog and to be honest his personal hygene isn’t what it was… ” “And your … love life” “Oh, well, now … that IS different… I mean… now he’s always … ” [end credits]