Ready for the latest on "Saturday"? Of course, I'm using the phrase "the latest" fairly loosely here. Admittedly, there's been a bit of a dearth of new information lately. Mostly because I've been editing and looking for potential publishers and that's not a speedy process.
Writing and drawing "Saturday" was like a super fun, interesting road trip. Every day there was something new to see, to think about, to explore. And I was super happy to have you as my road trip buddy. Remember how great it was? We gawked at the unfamiliar surroundings flashing by outside the windows, sang at the top of our lungs when that one Phil Collins song we both love came on the radio, and you were totally cool about bailing me out of jail after that thing that happened at Six Flags. I loved every minute of it and was happy to spend it with you.
But if writing and drawing the book was like a road trip, editing and looking for a publisher is like taking the car in to the tire store and waiting in the lobby while they balance the tires. There are, like, fourteen people in line ahead of us. The place absolutely reeks of new rubber and burned popcorn, the magazines are all from eight years ago and the television is playing infomercials about hair plugs.
Suffice it to say, it's not quite as much fun as the first part of the journey. The thing is, you can leave if it gets too awful. But I have to stay with the car.
It's still kinda interesting, right? For instance, check out the evolution of this panel from Monday morning. Here's the original recipe:
Ah, Mondays. Where the lovely serenade of weekend pleasure is obliterated by the staccato noise of obligation.
"Walkin' Around. Some kind of lonely clown. Rainy days and Mondays always get me down."
I've added The Carpenters to the list of things I love un-ironically, along with "The Golden Girls" and Gordon Lightfoot.
Anyway, I'll just be here at the tire store if you need me.