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135. UPDATING THE WEBSITE, October 2006

Monday, March 31st, 2008

I had been wanting to update the website for over a year, since Wayne Jones had moved onto other projects, at the completion of Tabloia, back in the summer of 2005.  After a few false starts, my brother-in-law and web designer, Micah Brenner, said he would help me get the website set up, and he basically did everything. 

I didn’t know the first thing about any of that stuff.  But I was able to do a lot of prep-work for this major update.  I wrote a ton of text, and sent dozens of emails to Micah, with attachments and detailed instructions of what I was looking for.  And I grouped photos and drawings together and emailed them to Micah.  And page by page, we began adding a ton of stuff to the website, including this very blog you’re reading right now.

I thought, everyone does blogs.  Kids do blogs.  So maybe I can get this finished and ready to start posting by myself.  Micah helped me with a couple questions I had and directed me to a free blog hosting site, and next thing I knew the blog was set up.

When I began posting this blog, I was anxious to post as much of it, as fast as I could, and try to get caught up to my current self-publishing travails.  I’d been writing all the back-log history of my self-publishing for about ten months, as Word documents.  So posting it, chronologically, as fast as I could, meant cutting and pasting, proof-reading and making sure I hadn’t skipped anything (which it turns out I did here and there, which means going back and actually altering posted blogs as I go), and trying to make sure my timeline is as accurate as possible.  And then it means spending some time with the formatting, because I’m having this weird problem.  Every time a quote or apostrophe gets pasted into the blog posting page, I get some weird martian symbols instead.  I asked Micah about this, and he sent me some links, and the closest I could find was that perhaps there’s a font I could be using that would prevent this, which I have been unable to find.  So instead, I’m going in manually with a “find/replace” for all the quotes, and then all the apostrophes, and then there are a couple other ones, such as “…” and “—”.  And since I’ve been sometimes posting seven entries in one go, so all this has been taking a lot of time from my drawing.

As we slowly began getting one page, then another, of the revamped website posted, I was taking a lot of time proof-reading, and making sure everything posted okay.  Because this was a lot of back-and-forth work between Micah and I, I eventually thought maybe it would be easier on him, if I could start doing these minor text changes, corrections, or additions, as needed, by myself.  So I asked my former helper in business affairs, Wayne Jones, for some tips and pointers, and he was way too kind and helpful in that regard.  And then I began making the anal corrections on my own, and not bothering Micah with that.

 

And part of all this set up involved me looking generally through all the wacky codes.  And as I spent more and more time with them, looking them over, I started getting a vague sense of what a few of them might mean.

 

On some of the more simply lain-out pages, I began trying my hand at making bigger changes, such as adding stores to my list of indie shops.  This meant understanding how to post links to their stores’ websites, making paragraphs vs. just skipping to the next line, bolding or titling words, things like that.  And then I started trying to size, upload, and post images.

I don’t have any programs for the actual layouts, so I just did my changes by looking at the codes that were already established on each page, comparing it to how the page looked, posted on my website, and then adding the “<li>”s and “<ur>”s and the like, to mimic whatever came before on that same page.  And these simplistic alterations usually led to me posting something wrong, and me spending more time trying to figure out what I did wrong, and usually getting it fixed eventually, though not always knowing how I fixed it.

I posted the big list of indie-friendly comics shops in the “friends of Tabloia” link, in large part thanks to my fellow indie-friend, Dan Cooney, who’d been developing this huge mailing list.  I posted photos of me with all my comics idols.  That page gave me a little trouble, though.  When I was done, some but not all the images were centered.  After doing all I could but not fixing some of the problems, I finally had to have Micah look it over and tweak a couple things. 

But now, I was getting so confident and cocky, I started thinking I could do other stuff as well.  And I went to work and spent a few hours, and by the time I was done, I had fucked up a bunch of pages and couldn’t even figure out how to fix any of it, and so poor Micah had to go in, and he found all this other stuff I’d fucked up that I wasn’t even aware of, costing him, I’m sure, plenty of time and frustration, cleaning up all the bullshit I had unnecessarily heaped on him.  What a good helper I am, taking care of these small changes, to save him time.

So finally, after I believe about a year, I’m getting close to having all the cool stuff I wanted at my website basically all set up. 

134. THE DIARY OF A STRUGGLING COMICS ARTIST, October 2006

Tuesday, March 25th, 2008

The idea with this blog was initially that I had a lot of fun stories that I wanted to share.  A lot of what I thought would be amusing anecdotes, that I hoped others would also find enjoyable.  And as I wrote, I started thinking about including my creative process.  And soon, I just started jotting down anything that came to mind, so long as it involved my love of comics, or my production of them, or attempts at getting into this industry.

And of course, another incentive was, I looked at it as a potential marketing gimmick, to get more people to my website.  It was another attempt at diversifying my product to attract new potential enjoyers of my work.  With all the name dropping I could do in this blog, I hoped it would generate links at search engines, and spread more of the word about ME.  It would sell me as a product, so that if people bought other products by me, it would help them feel more invested and personally involved.

I had tried so many ventures at this point – publishing comics, publishing trade paperbacks, publishing big comics, publishing little comics, going to conventions, doing book signings, placing advertisements, sending out promo posters, doing web bulletins and mailings and personal emails, going to stores and introducing myself – but nothing seemed to help my work catch on.  So I looked at the blog as yet another marketing tool, yet another idea to throw at the wall in the hope it might stick.  If you trying throwing enough things hard enough…

There were a few initial sparks that got the juices flowing for this project.  When my wife and I had gone to the Bristol Con in 2005, my wife had sent an email to friends, when we returned, about our trip.  She mentioned some of the professional connections we had made, and the fun we’d had, such as hanging out with Simon Bisley.  There were particular stories such as this that we would share periodically, and so of course this got me thinking about doing some documentation of my own.

Elizabeth’s summation of cons to her friends inspired me to write a sort of diary-style recap of our trip to the Baltimore Con, back in September 2005.  I hand wrote a few pages about that convention, while on the airplane, flying back from the trip.  She sent another email out about this trip, and I compared my notes with hers.

But the idea of documenting my comics career (or lack of), and publicly posting it as a blog for all to see (and hopefully enjoy, and make me a BLOGGING STAR!) hit me like a brick while at Orlando’s Mega-Con, the night I had dinner with Al Feldstein.  We had set up the dinner, and we went back to our hotel to drop our stuff off, and I was so excited, I called two of my friends to tell them I was in Orlando and having dinner with Al Feldstein, in the moments before we stepped back out to eat.  I was so excited, I was beside myself. 

And right there, in the hotel, I was telling my wife, I really should start writing all this great fun stuff down that we’re doing.  All the crazy and interesting experiences we’ve had.  And she said she thought I should.  And one of the friends I called that night said I should.  And that trip I began typing all the experiences that came to mind into my computer.

I consulted my “appearances” list at my website, and then created multiple documents, each one titled for the particular convention.  “Orlando 2006.”  “Baltimore 2005.”  “Wondercon 2006.”  “Wondercon 2005.”  “Wondercons before I began publishing comics.”  “San Diego 2005, 2004, my first in 2001.”  And memories would just flood me, and I would be clicking from document to document, furiously typing to get all the memories down into one or the other as I was remembering them.  When I wasn’t with my laptop, I’d be jotting down notes of events that would suddenly come to me.

I went through Elizabeth’s letters to friends, to see if they didn’t jog memories I’d forgotten to put down.  I went through photos we’d taken at different conventions, and those photos brought back memories.  “Oh yeah, we were with this person on THIS year’s Wondercon.  For some reason I had thought it was the year before that.”  Or I would go online and research a particular con on a particular year, to see who the featured artists were, to make sure it was 2003 and not 2004, for example, when I’d had an exchange with that person.  I expect some of my reminiscences aren’t wholly accurate, year by year – I was writing back experiences from ten years ago sometimes.  And certainly it’s important to use a flair of theatricality, drama, exaggeration, or whatever as you go, to keep the stories interesting.

So I guess the genesis of this blog was about bragging to more friends, in a way.  About all the fantastic luminaries in the industry I’ve met, and the interactions I’ve had with them, fun, humorous, and even embarassing.  So as I say, I started typing entries into my computer that evening of our dinner with Al Feldstein, February 25, 2006.

I entered the mad compilations of experiences at hotels, on airplanes, at my day job when there was a break, at night before bed, during the day before work.  Whenever I could fit some time in, or whenever reminiscences came to me.  This was about eight insane typing months. 

I finally began publishing them a couple months before posting my Dick Hammer web comic (which was in December of 2006).   So you can see I’m just trying as much as I can to diversify, diversify, diversify.  C’mon, stuff I’m throwing to the wall, doesn’t anything want to stick?

133. A Nice Dr. DeBunko Interview

Monday, March 17th, 2008

October 16, 2006 

When I finally did the finishing touches on the final page of my second Doris Danger 16-page adventure, I realized it had been a month since I’d sat down to draw.  Every page I draw, I try to write the date on it, any day I spend time working on it.  (Sometimes I’m lazy about it, but I do my best).  So all my pages have a row of dates written on them, showing when I worked on that particular page, and therefore it historicizes each page, and gives me an idea how many days each page took me.   Of course, “how many days” can be misleading, because I might get two or three pages done if it’s a Saturday, for example, and if nothing else is going on.  Whereas, I might not get any work done on a Monday through Thursday.

But like I say, it gives me a rough idea.  And sure enough, the latest page I had worked on had a month gap from the next time I sat down to write a new date on it.  I hadn’t worked on any other pages, so that was a month I didn’t do any drawing. 

But I was pretty busy that whole time.

Of course, first of all, I had my son, who I call a two-hands baby, because you need to hold him with both hands and keep him in a continual up-and-down motion, if you don’t want him to cry.  You do this until he gets exhausted and falls asleep, and then you put him down, and either he wakes immediately up and you start over again, or he stays asleep and you have maybe an hour to try and get other things done. 

For over a week, the reason I didn’t get any drawing done is that I got hold of some cheap, relatively simple-to-operate, but really powerful music recording equipment (Cubase), and I’ve started recording songs I’ve been performing in my band for years, that we never went into a studio to record.  My band, Weird Harold, has been around for I think eleven years now, and we’ve only got finished recordings of five songs.  Early on, maybe ten years ago, we did a three song demo.  Twice, we said we were going to record an album.  One of those times, we started five songs and finished two, and then our bassist moved to L.A.  The second time, we started recording seven songs, and our bassist had a baby and three full time jobs, and he didn’t have free time any more, and we lost him as our bassist.  So now, as Weird Harold is down to a guitar-drums duo, and our interest is fading fast, I’m sensing my mortality and wanting to record a part of my history, and get these songs recorded, even if it’s cheap, home-made studio versions.

I was feeling pretty disappointed that I spent so much money and time sending out preview Xerox copies of my Dr. DeBunko book, and it didn’t generate any additional sales.  I didn’t think it generated any additional press, but as time goes on, I see more reviews popping up here and there, so I’m thinking I will do it all again, but I’ll wait for the bigger, important projects. 

The big score was the podcast at Skepticality.com of my Dr. DeBunko comic, thanks in whole to Lene Taylor at ireadcomics.  I believe it got about an extra thousand visitors to my website, and I made about a dozen orders of my books, which wound up getting me a little shy of $300 extra cash.  At first glimpse, I think, wow, that’s pretty great.  But then I think this.  That’s only a dozen people who made all those orders.  Under the most unrealistic assumptions, where all of them realized my work is the most fantastic they’ve ever seen, and all of them decided they’ll just order whatever I write from now on, even though they’re all skeptics and were only interested because my character is Dr. DeBunko: Debunker of the supernatural…  And even if they all kept informed of all my next projects and made sure to rush down to their local shop and order the current book – assuming all that happened, which it obviously won’t – my next book’s distributor numbers will go up by twelve, which will make it a whopping 230 instead of 218, and the comic will still be cancelled, because those numbers are so pathetic they’re eight hundred dollars under the benchmark I’m required to maintain.

On top of this, the sales in question cost me probably a hundred fifty or so to print them, and then I offer free shipping at my website, and that probably eats up close to another fifty or so bucks.  And then there’s the packing materials I sent it all in, the fees Paypal charges, which are a higher percentage for tiny little $4 books bought one at a time.  And then there’s the literally hours of my time it took to get the orders sorted, collected, securely packed and wrapped, addressed, sealed, and then driven over to the post office.  Add in the line of the post office.  So it makes me wonder, How can this be worth all this?  How!!? 

And of course, the answer is, if anyone out there hasn’t heard of me, and they pick up something I’ve done and enjoy just a little bit of it, it’s worth it.  Small steps.  A step at a time.

So all that took a lot of time this last month.  Besides that, I spent a lot of time trying to get my website together.  I did this before the podcast, because I knew a lot of people would visit the website, and I wanted to be ready.  When my first Tabloia comic came out in 2004, featuring Dr. DeBunko, and the Skeptics Society said they would include me in one of their mailers, I was not prepared.  I had an extra thousand hits to my website, and I had nothing to sell, and so I made no money, and everyone forgot about me by the time they got up from their computer, and wouldn’t have known how to order a comic from a comics shop anyways, because the distribution system is so different from what they (skeptics) would be used to.  I didn’t want that to happen this time, so I was trying to get as many fun and cool little items up at the site as possible, and I made sure there was as much as I could sell there as I had to sell.  I even listed my “convention-only” Dr. DeBunko mini-comics and Ojo and “Dead by Dawn’ comics, and 11”x17” giant-monster prints. 

I had two surprises.  The first was that someone ordered all five of my Doris Danger giant-monster prints.  The reason this surprised me is that I assumed everyone who bought stuff learned about me from the Skeptics podcast, and I didn’t imagine a skeptic would want Kirby-style pictures of giant monsters.

The second thing that surprised me was that no one bought a Dr. DeBunko t-shirt.  For some reason, I thought for sure that there would be a skeptic out there who would want to wear a t-shirt that says “Dr. DeBunko wants you to join the Skeptics Society.  Visit www.skeptic.com today!”  But no one did that.

132. GETTING A PLEASANT PHONE CALL

Monday, March 10th, 2008

October 5, 2006

 

Well, it had been over a year of sending emails and not getting any response.  And I didn’t have any other contact info.  And even if I did, he lives in England, which isn’t easy to pop over to.  So I was beginning to worry a bit, especially since he didn’t even show up at San Diego this year, and that’s basically my only chance ever to see him.  But finally, a year and a third later, I made contact with Simon Bisley, regarding the pin-up I paid him for, in advance, at San Diego Con 2005.

 

Over that year plus period, numerous emails I’d sent him remained unreplied.  I finally sent an email telling him we were going to have a baby, but no answer.  Then I wrote him to say it would be a boy, and we were naming him Oscar, but no answer.  I thought to myself, Well, those are the best I could do, to try and inspire him to write back.  If he doesn’t respond after that, maybe he isn’t going to write.  After we had Oscar, and after we had gone to San Diego and he wasn’t there, I finally sent another email, telling Simon about the birth of our boy, and how vividly and touchingly I remembered him talking about the love he had for his own kids, when we last saw him over dinner at San Diego 2005.  I gave a little description of what Elizabeth and I were up to, and what a handful Oscar was.  I mentioned it had been so long since I’d heard from him, and we’d love if he would contact us, and that we have a new address for him to send the pin-up when he’s finished.  Notice how subtly I slipped that in.

 

A few days later, I got a short email reply from him, saying to give him our phone number, and he’d call, because it’s easier than doing emails.  I immediately sent him our phone number, and when he didn’t call that weekend, I sent another email saying I was surprised, because I was so sure he would have called. 

 

That same week, my pin-up came in the mail from Luis Dominguez, so I was thinking of other comics artists.  That Thursday our phone rang, and I couldn’t understand who the person said it was, but I heard him say something about a pin-up.

 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch who you said this is?”

 

“It’s Simon,” he said.

 

OH, SIMON!  Great to hear from you!  We visited for some time.  He said, as usual, how great he thinks we are, and that he was sorry he hadn’t gotten to the pin-up, but that he thought he’d have it done by the end of October (which gives him a few weeks yet).  He said he wanted to do a creature coming out of the sea, and attacking the docks or the city on the coast.

 

I told him I was sad to have missed him at San Diego, and he said he would have liked to have come.  But he didn’t say why he didn’t make it, even after I told him he’d been listed in the catalogue to appear at the Heavy Metal booth.  He asked if we would be coming to Bristol, and I said we thought it might be a little rough bringing our baby, but said if he’d like to put us up at his place, we would definitely come out.  He paused for a moment, and I thought it was an awkward silence, but then I realized he just didn’t understand what I said.  Simon and I have this consistent difficulty understanding each other, with our different accents.  He teases me about mine, and I tease him about his.  We’re always asking each other to repeat ourselves, or explain just what the hell we mean to each other.  Later in the conversation I had to tell him I couldn’t understand his accent, because we were both just talking and not understanding each other.  I suspect we’re always MOSTLY communicating with each other, but who knows what subtleties, or even essential little tidbits, we’re always missing.

 

He asked how my self-publishing was going, and I made my usual reply that I’m losing money every issue I put out, and I’m basically struggling just to try and get my work seen out there.  He sympathized, and said that all the artists he talks to are having trouble getting work right now.  That surprised me, because it seems like there’s so much interest in comics right now.  I assumed, even though I’m doing my usual struggling, that a lot of other comics artists are doing pretty well.

 

He joked that he made some good money a couple years ago, from some sap who paid him to do a pin-up.  Then he immediately said he was just kidding, and he’d do my pin-up.  But the real joke was that the amount of money he said he’d made from the sap was actually only half of what that sap had paid him, so I began to wonder just what quality of pin-up that sap will be getting.

 

It was a real nice visit, and he gave me his address and phone numbers, and he said he wasn’t real good with emails, but he’s got it figured out now.

 

He gave me a the phone number about three times, and each time it was different.  He’d say, This is my number.  No wait, what’s my number?  And then I would repeat what he told me, and he’d say, no, no, it’s this.  So I wrote down everything he said separately, just in the hopes that maybe one of them would be right, if I needed to ever try and reach him.  Each number even had different amounts of digits.  It was amazing.

 

And then the same happened when he gave me his address.  He couldn’t remember the street, and then his address would have either four or five numbers in it.  What the hell…

 

So hopefully I’ll get a pin-up from him soon, and be able to publish it in my next humongous Doris Danger treasury, and everything will be okay.  My next Doris Danger book will most likely come out in time for San Diego 2007, which gives eight or so months.  Simon said he hopes it will be finished by the end of the month, but somehow I think it’s a better idea to just hope it appears within the next eight months.  And even that may be optimistic.  I think I’ll be the least upset if I just don’t plan to expect it until it’s in my hands.

131. Dr. DeBunko and Onward Sept 26, 2006

Monday, March 3rd, 2008

Well I’ve heard from basically everyone I was waiting to hear from after San Diego, and it’s looking like everything is a no-go.  Image thinks the Doris Danger books are just not marketable enough, even though they enjoyed them.  AIT/Planet LAR thinks Limbo Cafe is too weird for them.  The movie studio I was talking with really enjoyed the Lump, but wasn’t expecting the tabloid twists I threw in at the end, and prefer to finance more straight-forward horror stories.  So once again, I’m back to self-publishing.  On the other hand, I’m building up contacts, so that each project I finish, I will have more people to send it to for potential future projects.

I got the orders for “Dr. DeBunko: The Short Stories,” and was disappointed to see them at 279, which is my - third? - lowest selling, lowest grossing title to date.  I had spent a lot of time trying to hype and promote it, so this was especially a disappointment.  It makes me wonder just how much the hype actually helps, since in this case, it appears not to have helped.  In my usual insecure, pessimistic fashion, I wonder if I shouldn’t just do whatever the hell I feel like, and if people buy it, great, and if they don’t, then at least I didn’t waste all that goddamn time trying to hype it.

Here are some things I did to try and hype the book.  I sent out emails to fans and shops on my spam list, and to editors and online comics organizations.  I sent 600 flyers to my distributor to get out to stores, which they never did anything with (because my new representative apparently didn’t know how to do what I asked him to do, so he just didn’t do it), despite all the time and money it cost me to produce them and get them to him. 

For the first time ever, and I’ve been told this is just what you have to do (see how I learn with experience), I sent advance copies of the full issue to a dozen interviewers and reviewers.  The only hype I know of which it received, as a result of this, was from my steady supporters at www.comixfan.com (Thanks a ton, guys!  I don’t know why you keep doing it).  They did an unprecedented interview AND sneak peek.  I felt excited and good about that, but then frustration ensued…

Their website allows viewers to include comments of their own, and before I had even been informed that the interview was up, a reader had publicly posted a comment, directly following my interview.  He flatly announced he would pass on my book, because of my overuse of the word “whacko,” which he determined was my synonym for “mentally disabled.”  He concluded that I must be a “real winner.”  Then at the bottom of his character-bashing announcement, he used the opportunity to invite readers to see a sneak-peek of his own upcoming comic.  Unbelievable…  Glad I could not only be the public demonstration of your ridicule and scorn, but also be used as a marketing opportunity for you, friend.

I guess I should be grateful that after two years of self-publishing, this was my first attack against my work or my character.  But I really took it personally, and was in a funk for the rest of the day.  I spent that time concocting a reply to his slam, in which I politely and defensively explained that I don’t really despise people with mental disorders.  He actually wrote back again that he accepted my apology, which is good, because if he had tried to escalate things, I would have had to have let him have the last word, rather than continue an idiotic dialogue on the defensive.  Interestingly, he even admitted he should check out the Skeptics Society, which I suspect may have been a part of his offensive reply to my interview.

What this has taught me is that my paranoid fear of saying things that will be either accidentally stupid, or taken out of context, misconstrued, or that will piss people off, is absolutely justified!  I had better be even more paranoid from here on out!

But other things are looking up.  While sending out hype for the Dr. DeBunko book, I have managed to wrangle up a new potential friend through comicon.com THE PULSE, who was kind enough to put together an interview on the subject of Dr. DeBunko and even a little hyping of the upcoming Doris Danger sixteen page comics.

Another ally that I’ve been in contact with for years, who is at last doing me another huge help in the marketing department is the Skeptic Society.  Their Skeptic Magazine’s official podcast, Skepticality, has asked me to participate in a podcast, and I’m both excited about it and worried that who the hell knows what crazy-assed stupid thing will come out of my mouth, when I’m trying to wow basically all the literati I wish most to impress and get in good graces with.  I’m breathing hard just thinking about it.

Doing books on a monthly schedule for three months in a row is a weird feeling.  I only just send out an announcement and start getting images printer-ready on the first book, and all of a sudden the second book’s announcement is due.  On top of that, I suddenly decided “Doris Danger Greatest Army Battles” just wasn’t quite working for me, and a month before it needs to go to the printer, I decided I need to completely redo three pages, followed by needing two new pages for the following month’s “Doris Danger in Outer Space.”  Five pages is usually nothing for me to complete over a two-month period, but now…I have a kid…

Having a kid is like this.  He screams and screams, so you hold him and rock him and shush him, and the next thing you know it’s time for bed and you haven’t been able to do anything else all day, except trying to keep him from crying all that time.  It feels like what little time I have to do something, I’m rushing to pound out just a few minutes of work, since I know that sleeping angel will be screaming again long before I’ve finished what I need to do.

Once again, Elizabeth, my wife and the mother of my child, is so supportive of my struggling comics career (I say struggling because despite working hard and trying everything I can think of, I remain unknown in the industry, and I’ve lost thousands of dollars every issue I’ve put out). She’s been willing to take our little Oscar and let me work, way more than I deserve.

I’m realizing, as soon as I get these last couple pages finished, I have no books necessarily planned.  I can theoretically start any project I want.  It’s kind of an exciting sensation to think about that, because I always enjoy the excitement of the new ideas more than the execution of the old ones.

Although I do feel like 1. I should do another twenty pages of Doris Danger stories, and then collect them in a second humongous treasury with the two upcoming issues, and 2. I might like to pound through Limbo Cafe and put that project behind me as well.

So most likely, that will be the game plan, just completing as much work as I can, as quickly as I can.