Well, here we are. Page 3 of Life in Storage is up and Page 4 launches tomorrow.
The dust bunny horde is gathering strength. War is on the horizon.
And how killer do those dust bunnies look? Kudos to Mr. Duguay for taking a description on a page and bringing it to life. Love it.
Folks, I feel giddy like a kid in a sandbox. Launching a new creative project is always a rush.
Plus, after years of writing, this is my first go at the comic format and I’m realizing the power it can hold, for both creator and reader. I’ve been a fan of comics for years, starting with a mid-80s romance when I was in my early teens. Comics treated me well, but we decided to part when a Tony Hawk skateboard caught my attention. I was flirty back then, what can I say? Young and not ready to be tied down. All in all, it was an amicable break-up. I needed to see other hobbies. Comics needed new ideas. We both needed to grow up.
Then we didn’t see each other for awhile. About 23 years.
Not to say that we totally lost touch. I read some titles here-and-there and watched as the graphic novel became literature. To tell it simply, it suddenly dawned on me that writing a comic could be a new way to tell a story, another road to explore that I’d so far only traveled with prose, poem and screenplay. And it was about that time that not only did I begin to catch up on my reading list, but also when I responded to a Craigslist ad from Jon saying, like a gunslinger roaming the wild west in search of a fight, that he was looking for a writer to team up with. Synchronicity.
That was in February.
And I’d had this idea about characters in a Gastown storage facility rattling around in my brain for a few years. So I put fingers to keys. And Jon put pencil to paper.
And now it’s the end of May.
And we’re up and running.
There’ll be a new page tomorrow, to conclude launch week, and then we’ll settle into our regular biweekly schedule.
Hope you enjoy it!
