I have decided to discontinue my cookbook print. It’s been a glorious run, but it’s time to make way for the new. Go get it while supplies last!
I have a brand new spanking comic up at MUTHA Magazine right now. It’s sort of my first “polished” comic essay (3 pages! Two color!) and it’s about something I haven’t really shared publicly–the dynamic of being clinically anxiety prone as a parent to a child that clinically has no fear. It’s funny!
Phew! What a weekend! I may be recovering from this weekend for the next week–and I didn’t even have a BOOTH at MoCCA Fest. It was my first time going and participating in any of it and I was like a kid in a candy store. I was going to draw a comic about both the Drink & Draw Like a Lady night/event and my time at MoCCA, but I don’t have the time as I have some illustration work and some comic work to complete in time for Gus’ spring break that starts on Friday afternoon. So a
brief typed report will have to suffice.
Friday night was a big challenge–I met Gus at his bus, threw our packed bags in the car and hightailed it to the train station. A word of advice: do not arrive at Grand Central at 5:45 on friday night. It’s just a bad idea. Especially carrying two bags and a 4 year old. Oy. Being in the subway with a train loving kid yanking at your arm, while we are literally cheek to jowl with traveling New York is just a perfect storm of anxiety and frustration. Because there was literally no safe room for Gus to stand, I ended up holding Gus along with the two bags on the subway and standing above two seated women who wouldn’t look me in the eye. My arms are STILL sore.
Gus did not go to bed as planned. Are you kidding? We were in NEW YORK CITY for the night! Read more…
How do you like these babies? I threw together 5 minis of some of my diary comics to trade at this year’s Drink & Draw Like a Lady event. For those of you who don’t know, it’s an annual women only comic event that kicks off MoCCA Fest weekend. There you can mingle and trade comics (and drink and draw) with other lady comic makers, professionals, & enthusiasts. I heard about this event about a week after it happened last year and was practically stomping up and down with frustration that I missed it. I swore to myself that I would go, warned Graham a year in advance–and guess what? The old fly in the stay-at-home-parent ointment appeared. Graham’s department conference is happening this weekend and he will be gone Thursday through the weekend, so I was on the hook for Gus care. I was more than a little (cough) upset, but you know, when you want something bad enough, you make it happen. Gus and I will be taking the train into the city and sleeping over at my friend Jeff’s house. I am going to put Gus to bed and Jeff has agreed to graciously hang out, while I hightail it to drink and draw with some other cartoonists. I don’t know anyone and I doubt anyone knows me, and usually to help my social anxiety I bring some kind of wing man/woman to such an event, but SCREW IT. This is what I know from both parenting and middle age: 1) you work with what you have 2) you keep your expectations low and 3) ON WITH THE SHOW.
I’ll be bringing some of my Forgive Me zines too and I hope that I will come home with an even trade of other lady mini comics and zines. Very excited (and a bit nervous). Maybe on my name tag I’ll write: JUST ASK so that can get the conversational ball rolling. Wish me luck and if you are going, please let me know!
This is hanging above my desk right now. Bukowski is one of my secret favorite poets. I’m not alone–you can see Tom Waits reading this poem here. Happy National Poetry Month–one of the greatest inventions in this country since the hour long lunch break.