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by Caley Tibbittz Collopy

Taking Comics Seriously

 

What does it mean to take comics in general, and one's own comic, seriously? For me, it starts with saying things like "one's own comic", which makes me sound like a well-educated butler. And it means treating Eternal Knights like a job -- long before it makes any real money. While it's costing me money. And time. Time I could use for a day job's larger short term paycheckery. And it's hard.

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So hard.

And you have to say things like "I'm an artist" and "I write and draw a webcomic" and "I have many readers who cannot wait until the next page drops, yo", no matter how only vaguely true any of this is in the baby giraffe finding its walking legs days. You have to say it to strangers. You have to ignore your day job. Your day job is mere survival, but if you're serious about funnybooks, your day job ain't what you do.

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(When I can finally quit, I'm gonna have a Scottish day --
wherein one answers all calls received
with a thick Scottish accent.)

Despite my rent and electricity payments being derived not from EK but from uncountable hours of spelling names like "John" and "James" back to callers who clearly think I've bumped my head several somewheres, my comic has managed to keep updating -- like a lingering sporadic hiccup on the one hand...

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...and yet, despite chronic mild lung infections and the like, relatively steadily on the other.

I have a wife with intermittently severe depression issues and who suffers from cerebral palsy which prevents her from doing such simple things as enunciating clearly enough to say things like "z", and from balancing on her own legs. Sometimes I think I'm getting a relaxing Sunday... and then my mom calls and asks me to watch my sister, who has MS and needs a lot of assistance.

And I sigh and in my head and sometimes out loud too and often say "Yes."

My call center day job keeps getting tweaked to be harder and harder, the demand of ready-to-talk-time raised higher and higher until every shift means a sore throat the next day. I'm usually exhausted, and often bleary-eyed from missed sleep. It would be so bloody easy to give up, but I don't.

Because I'm Jesus.

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...or was that just a cool dream I had?

...regardless of whether or not I'm Jesus (and there's strong evidence either way), comics are important to me, and I treat them that way. I have to draw. I even say "have to", as in "Pardon me, wife -- I have to go draw now." And "I can't do X, mom, because I have to draw."

I have to draw.

I've always loved it, and I've spent my young adult life through now honing the craft to the point where I think my pages are really worth looking at. I have to write, too. The worlds just won't stop colliding and taking shape in my head. I call myself and artist and a writer and a comic book creator. That's not what pays the bulk of my anything yet (though I am getting a decent if sporadic page rate on a side project). But that's who I am. That's what I do.

 

...I ripped that last bit off from the Kung Fu: The Legend Continues opener. :D

Fishcakes for all,
-Caley Tibbittz

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by Caley Tibbittz Collopy

Try Not to Mynd the Typoes

 

Here at Eternal Writes, we (me and my bitterness) review and recommend the best undiscovered webcomics shameless Eternal Knights plug that, well, no one is reading -- the opposite of well-produced yet hollow and terrible crap. And I simply must apologize, as we've been doing it absolutely willy-nilly. So, in case you weren't yet aware --

DANGER: Webcomics recommended may contain typos or other human errors. Please immediately stop reading any webcomic I recommend if you spot even the slightest mistake. Even the most microscopically irrelevant mistakes automatically render a work of art a compleat waste of your time.

...see what I did there? I used my smartness. If you missed it, Facebook your English teacher, meet them at a bar, and slap them SO DAMN HARD. Then, if you feel a spark,pick a safeword ("poodle" is a good choice), rent a cheap motel room, and have depraved Craigslist-y sex.

I am full of good advice. I recently recommended The Adventures of Jonas, THE GREATEST WEBCOMIC IN THE HISTORY OF EVER, a staggeringly brilliant life-reassessing work of blinding, exciting, gushing, raging, fiery genius. A friend tried it, but then flat-out refused to read further than a couple pages because, and I quote:

"ZOMG! TYPOES OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!"

...because, of course, the video games, comics, and movies my friend currently enjoys have no mistakes in them. At all. Nope, they're all inspected by God and that famous chess robot before being safely released in absolutely perfect form to the general publick.

DO YOU SEE AGAIN WHAT I HAVE DONE?!?

Okay. I love Star Trek. Like, I mean I fucking LOVE it. I trick-or-treated as Geordi LaForge. I have a First Contact poster in my art studio -- along with a model of the Enterprise NX-01 (it lights up and makes noises, woo!). LOVE.

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You know what else I love? My Nitpickers Guides. To Star Trek. You know what my beloved professionally produced TV serieses (plural) are full of? Wait for it wait just wait a little longer are you still waiting wait okay here goes MISTAKES! ZOMG!

Everything is wonky, people. Human perfection is not really perfection; it's just better than human sloppy (not seconds, although also that). Everything you love, everything that is made by so called amatuers (I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPELL THAT -- MISTAKE! STOP READING NOW!!!), everything Hollywood spends hundreds of millions of dollars on, every car, bridge and skyscraper, and certainly this pathetically rambling blog post... everything is riddle* with errors.

MY FACE IS LOPSIDED. SO IS YOURS.

 

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SO IS SCARLETT JOHANSSON'S.

You can call those God's mistakes or Nature's, I don't care. What I do care about (weakest segue ever, although not as weak as an actual Segway, which has to be the dumbest, most anti-health invention since butter) is story. That's what I care about, the art of a thing. The expression. I hope you care about it too -- and if you do, I hope you care more about those things than picking pointless nits.

Ideally, we would all know how to spell everything and never crash buses or date crazy chicks. In a perfect world, no one would ever spell athelete "athleat".

But if you consider yourself a true enthusiast, fan, or student of art and storytelling... then (ideally) a dinky-ass typo won't be all it takes to get you too pass on something that might be worlds better than the sum of it's little errors.

 

I used the wrong "too" on purpose, Shurlock. It's thematical. I is a genius.

 

Fishcakes for all,
-Caley Tibbittz

*Seriously left the "d" off. Incredible.

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