I’m reminded of an apocryphal story about James Joyce. When asked at a party how much he had written that day, Joyce supposedly replied, “Seven words.” The other guest was astonished ay such a small output, when Joyce further confounded him by adding, “Oh, I knew the seven words this morning. I just didn’t know what order they went in.”
What started out as twelve pages of script turned into seventeen pages of comic, but then I got caught up in re-ordering stuff, drawing new panels, trying to get the flow to work better. More than three-quarters of these pages are all from one sequence, in which a lot of information is conveyed and I wasn’t about to let it get boring. I think I succeeded, but you’ll know soon enough.
I’ve stopped drawing now to start coloring the pages. As soon as I feel I am far enough ahead to do so, I will start posting again. I am anxious to get on to the next sequence, as it is one that I have been looking forward to since I started the comic. Of course, I’m not going to tell you about it.