Since this is making the rounds, I propose a #comicscriptsaturday this upcoming Saturday (the 27th) where we all post 1-4 pages from either a published script or a WIP script that doesn't have an NDA on it Because scripts like THIS are what too many people see first when looking for script samples.

While here in CT we've been passing school library curation into the hands of local communities and parents, Texas continues to strongarm and replace local power with big government power.

Fascinating overview of factors that contributed to the rise of Webtoons in Korea with a link to deeper research at the bottom.

This x1,000,000 I lay out text on pages before art, before panels, before ANYTHING else. And it's something I encourage comic script writers to do too because Dialog is Art Too and it takes up far more space than the new-to-comics typically realize.

Some quick tests on plain printer paper making sure my printer settings are good, bluelines opacity set, and what size I want to ink at. Favoring a 1.5 ratio right now. Absolutely GIDDY to finally start inking! It has been too long.

CREATIVE WRITING got a School Library Journal starred review!!! I think this may be for the October issue because I don't see it on their site yet but....YEAY!!! That book was so hard. I'm so happy. 😭😭😭

Good news!!! It passed! My favorite part is that outside bad actors CAN NO LONGER MAKE REMOVAL REQUESTS. There's a lot more good in this article too. That's just a part of it. Read on:

Tylenol = Autism I think our health admin has just hit a new NEW low with this one. We all know it's the witches and warlocks casting their heathen spells on Good Christians fault. Duh.

/turns on epson printer for the first time in 2 years and prays to the Print Gods the damn printer nozzle isn't dead because it probably is because that's how epson printers work/

I think I've finally realized that being an adult means always being behind and playing perpetual catch-up until the day I die. Or is that just me? 😑

30,051 words. My homage script to the awesomeness that is New England in Fall (from the POV of this Texas-raised gal) is DONE. Now to commence THE SLAUGHTER (ie: cutting and editing because 30,000 words is FAR TOO LONG for a stand-alone MG graphic novel, if you ask me).

This GN script is nearing 30,000 words, and I'm getting worried. 😭 Gunna need ta take an axe to this one later, aye.

I guess it makes sense that I write almost obsessively about broken families...because having a broken family was kinda core to how I grew up and what I've become. Write what you know? One day I'll write a story with parents/siblings that aren't divorced/estranged/dead. That day is not today. -_-

Personally, I think a kiss on the nose is SO MUCH more romantic than a kiss on the lips. There aren't enough nose-kisses in comics. Diligently working to remedy this.

If I'm not super excited about the giant box of books I got today from my publisher, it's because frankly, it feels a bit like dancing at the funeral while the coffin's on fire. Trying to promote anything when all...THAT (everything)...is going on just feels so dang tone deaf. :|

There are baby pygmy goats in this story AND THEY ARE THE BEST THING EVER.

Agreed! Though I did notice that characters were fairly fleshed out before the artist starts inking. I think there's more forgiveness in inking a loose background, but certain things like character profile and faces can benefit from being nailed down early. But not every detail needs to be in place.

//drools all over// I LOVE NEBULAAAAAAE. //immediately makes new background// In my next life, I want to be a photon, drifting through space, lookin' at all the other pretty lights. There's so much vastness out there beyond this tiny, brief existence.

Generating ideas for writing...WITH MY HEAD. Seriously. I don't know why people even think they need AI to generate ideas. I could write for the next 8,000 years and still not run dry. Humans are forever and perpetually doing new things to turn into entertainment...or horror. Just look around.

One of the themes I love writing about that I haven't seen very often in manga are generational family dynamics. ie: a plot line that revolves around parent/child/sibling development.

One of the things I've learned in writing a comics script is to have a good handle describing nuances in facial expressions and body language. ie: instead of "EVELYNE smiles" using language like "EVELYNE smiles ruefully." Adverbs are our scripty friends. :D

Just emailed one of my favorite local orchards for what I hope will be a behind-the-scenes tour of what it's like running an orchard and local farm. FINGER'S CROSSED that they respond and say yes! 😭

The lesson here: Truly free speech is and always has been an illusion. Never use your real name online unless free speech is part of your job (journalist, activist, etc) and you aren't afraid of potential lash-back. The queer community has dealt with doxxing for years. We know how it goes. :\

My secret is to NOT be online all the time. I take it in waves: binge and then run away into total social internet blackout darkness for days at a time (or even weeks). I only take it when I'm mentally ready for it. Otherwise...it's better to disappear into the void of the internet that is...life?

//typy typy type// /sings/ I love to write //typy typy type// I love to write. /sings/ I fight with love and words not pain and hurt. //typy typy type// Ain't ever gonna stop me.

I CAN'T WAIT TO READ THIS!!!! ///happy screams///

Sometimes, it takes writing 20,000 words in order to find the magic in a final 2,000. I'm pretty sure I give new meaning to the phrase "kill your darlings." I don't just kill them; I wholesale slaughter them then sprinkle their remains as fertilizer over the next offering of creative word-magic.

My stomach hurts. I've put my all into this book (Five Wishes) and a really big part of me wishes I could just shove it in a drawer now like I have to every project since 2008. Life is so much simpler when you can hide. 🥲

A short blogpost detailing my experience of censorship at the AI for Good Summit with links to both original and censored versions of slides and links to my talk aial.ie/blog/2025-ai...

Now I get to write a script about how much this Texas-raised gal worships Autumn in New England (and why I love living here), so here I go, back to Comics Jail again. But at least it's Script Jail which is like Martha Stewart level security.

I believe in karma. That's all I'm gonna say on this matter.

I SENT IN MY PENCILS FOR FIVE WISHES.

This 15-page car scene that I'm going back and cleaning up before sending pencils off to my editor feels absolutely ENDLESS. NEVER drawing an interior car scene in a semi-realistic style EVER AGAIN. Not unless I have bg assistants to draw if for me! Cars are evil. -_-

Behold! The fearsome floof whom guards my keep!

I feel like I just came up with the perfect name for these little chibi fellas: EMOTIS. A combination of emoji, emote, and emanata to refer to CHARACTER SPECIFIC facial expressions for use with off-panel speaking, background conversations, or even for clarity in dialog-heavy scenes.

It's kinda still sinking in how many pages I just drew. I have so many unfinished projects over 15 years of hiding stuff in drawers. It's nice knowing this one won't end up in a drawer along with all the rest. Maybe that's why I kinda need trad publishing: because it forces me to stop hiding.

Me to Agent: "I just finished my 18-month nonstop work-a-ganza!" Agent: "Yeay! I hope you take a day off!" Me: /immediately carts work to nearest coffee shop as a reward for finishing/ I love my job. Why would I stop? 🥲

I. AM. DONE. (this is my head exploding) 544 pages of fairly to VERY tight pencils over 18 months. DONE. DONE. DONE. DONE. DONE. DONE. DONE. And soon...I INK! /rubs hands together evilly/

Texas reminding me that hot is nice--in two-week, once-a-year doses--and that AC is also a part of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs if you live here. //basks in intense sweat-shedding heat before diving into the icy-chill refrigeration of the indoors before stepping outside to thaw again//

I remember how I used to grab my sailor moon manga from the comic store and run before anybody tried talking to me about great Sandman was (ew) or dusted off their one copy of Elfquest, never once asking what I actually wanted (teen romance). We have SO MANY more options now. There are no excuses.

Some days, you get four pages done in a day...others, you only get one panel. It's usually because of backgrounds. 😑

As I inch slowly closer to the end of pencils for Five Wishes, I feel less excitement and more...completeness. Like a part of me is finally again about to be whole. It's very strange. I thought I'd be more...revved up? Instead I feel, what I would call "quietly satisfied." 💚💛💚

If I weren't making all the stuff, throwing together a Comics Teachers Conference where we could all share and exchange teaching methods and help polish our curriculum would be my dream conference. 😭💖

Just decorated a cake, and let's just say...I should probably keep my day job. More likely to succeed as a cartoonist than a cake decorator, that's for sure. Gonna stick to drawing them instead. 🤣

Duckduckgo now has the ability to hide AI generated images. NICE. And useful because AI images are the bane of my reference-research existence. Crappy, poor-lighting, low-quality photos by people who've never heard of the golden ratio are INFINITELY more useful than the melty-goo generated by AI.

Made a wish. (FIVE WISHES) Ate somebody's soul. (FRACTURED SOULS) Dared to feel. It's illegal. (NORMALIZED) Mixed love and football. (ALL OR NOTHING) Got a job at a water park. (FREDERICKSBURG) Disappeared. Literally. (FADED) Started a club. (ABSOLUTELY (AB)NORMAL) I could go on allll day... >_<

When kiddo does their chores, they always hum the darth vader death march. The dark sith vacumeth.

Everything Linnea makes is absolutely mind-blowing. I'm certain this one is no exception. 🤎💛🤍💛🤎

Fewer than 30 pages left to pencil now (and five of those are blank facing pages!). So close. I am...so close. 😭

The scent of dirt under my fingernails and the crush of broken leaves is my daily joy, my prayer to nature and the universe. Simple things. Simple pleasures. Swells my heart with kindness and love, a well overflowing, a clear spring of joy bubbling up to share with and nourish others.