I need to print more out and set up Paypal so people can order it (maybe tomorrow), but book seven of Carnivale has been put together. I edited a few panels here and there. The books comes out to 32 pages of wordless goodness.
On a completely different note, I won’t be going to SPX again this year. I sat at my computer for almost two hours this morning, trying to register on-line only to discover the more savvy comics artists just used the back door and paid through Paypal. So the tables sold out even though the SPX registration page never even worked. I was extremely frustrated and disappointed this morning. Putting together the latest book of Carnivale helped a bit.
Still, it’s become a joke between my wife and I about how much of a failure I am when it comes to comics. When I wrote poetry in college, I sent out two, just two, submissions and got published and asked to present at a reading. I have an MA in literature and got a job teaching within half a year. I get good reviews from my students on Ratemyprofessors. I have a black belt in Aikido. I have a loving daughter and a supportive wife. And yet, when it comes to comics I haven’t gotten anywhere. It’s been almost 20 years since I made my first mini comic and I have only been in two anthologies, receive only silence about submissions to publishers, and do not register on the various on-line comics sites. The fiasco this morning was just par for the course. The only solution I have, have ever had, is just to keep working.