My time in the Gong


In June I went to Wollongong for the first time. I travelled by myself (which is very nerve-wracking for me) and managed to get safely to Thirroul (near Wollongong, NSW). I was visiting my mentor Pat Grant. For two whole weeks we would be hanging out, talking about my graphic novel and pulling apart my script. I was thrilled and terrified all at once (a fairly normal feeling for me). 

I kept a comics journal of my time there, which I've included a few pages from in this blog (the pictures in blue).

We spent the first week in Pat's studio, chatting about comics and life. I felt overwhelmed and like I would never know how to answer his questions. I assumed I would sit in mute silence for the whole two weeks. 

Luckily, I loosened up after the first week and we got quite of a lot script rewriting and pulling apart done. 

Pat asked me lots of questions, some easy and some hard. Not just about comics but life in general too (work, kids, Owen). I think my brain is still trying to process some of them. 

One of the best things I got out of the trip was the insight into how Pat pulls apart a script and turns written words and thoughts into a comics page. Having never written anything longer than about 38 pages (and that was a comic journal and doesn't really count as a planned out script), I was dubious about whether or not I could actually write something long-form. I didn't know where to start, let alone what process to take. So Pat taught me how he does his thumbnails and the first week all I did was drink turmeric lattes and draw thumbnails.  

Pat's thumbnailing technique really helped me and I was hooked after translating the first couple of scenes from the rough script into rough illustrated panels. By the end of the first week I had a complete script and thumbnails to take home and draw up into a rough draft manuscript (more on that in a later post). 

I had a couple of day trips to Sydney where I spent too much money on bubble tea and a new backpack. I found the most amazing book store, Kinokuniya - their comic section alone could rival some comic stores I've been to. 

I also got to visit a wicked offset press printer that one of my hosts from my host family helps to run. It was pretty neat. You should look up the stuff they do.

In the second week Pat wanted to do some more drawing type skills (which I was totally keen for as I think that a few of my weak points are watercolouring and scene illustrations). So one night Pat came over to where I was staying, bearing hot soup and a bunch of watercolour paints. We each drew a colour-in page for the other and then, working with a limited palette, coloured the other person's illustrations. It was super fun and for me it's the best way to learn: have someone right there telling me what they do and explaining how I could do it too. Also physically colouring at the same time helped. I can't learn something by reading the theory. It doesn't sink into my brain until I do it with my hands. 

For those who don't know, Pat is a radical someone in the Australian comics field that I've looked up to since I first read his book Blue several years ago. Having the chance to work with him on one of my projects and learn the tricks of the trade is one of those dream-come-true moments. So when Pat suggested that we do a little drawing project while I was hanging out in the Gong, I tried to hide my pure excitement. 

The idea was that we would both walk around the neighbourhood together for a day and draw scenes of the area.

We would take turns in picking a place to draw and alternate who drew each panel. It was awesome. I particularly liked this as I've always wanted to be better at drawing scenery and backgrounds. In particular I've wanted to make my comics look Australian.

This walk and draw inspired me to go out and draw in the real world and not just stay at my desk trying to remember what places looked like. 

On the whole, the trip was great! Which I knew it would be once I stopped being my normal Nervous Nelly self. It was pretty exciting to think that over the two weeks I'd learnt some tips on watercolours, scenery, and making things Australian. I started to think about lots of things I normally wouldn't and learnt new ways to think critically about my own work. And I wrote a third of my book and I was pretty happy with it. 

Unfortunately, as often happens, I got sick on the last day and boy was that plane ride home the worst. Although, even the airport had a great message of encouragement for me. 

I know I have a long way to go but it feels so much more achievable now. I have a process that I enjoy and that works and now all I have to do is do it.

If you want to read more about my travels in The Gong you can buy physical copies of my journal comic at my Etsy store here.

That's it for this post but in the next couple of posts I'll pull apart how I've been working this past month on my first draft manuscript. Eeep!

xx

Hair Guide


Howdy guys!

As I've been writing up my first draft of the manuscript (now finished and I'll be posting a few stories from that soon, eep!) I've realised that the book is a collection of shorter stories I want to tell that jump all over the place and don't stick to a chronological timeline. So instead of having to write "when I was 16..." or "In 2001..." at the start of the each story, I thought I'd make a guide or key for the readers. Here's one I prepared before I settled on my drawing style for the book (I now draw eyes with pupils, my face slightly rounder and a bigger nose):

My hair styles have always been something that I enjoyed playing around with as I never had my ears pierced, wore much jewellery or ever really wanted to get tattoos to define my style. I always took great care to think of what hair style would look best for me next and I've never settled on anything for much longer than a year. The biggest downside to this is, being an autobio cartoonist, I always have to learn to re-draw myself when ever I get a new 'do. 

Here are some of the highs and lows of my hair's career:

In my 20s I finally bleached and dyed my hair a variety of rainbow colours and it was awesome (I was terrified for a long time that if I bleached my hair it would drop out or never grow back the same natural colour (I've always liked my dark brown hair). After the first bleaching I promptly got over this fear and went on a colouring rampage. 

Rob on the other hand has pretty much had three haircuts in his life. 

1. Short but not shaven. His hair is super fine and soft. I always liked this cut. 

2. Short and shaven all over. As Rob got older he started to hate getting his hair cut (and was bigger and could complain about it). So shaving all over was the easiest thing to do. This remained his standard haircut for pretty much a decade. 

3. Then along came the combo. Shaven all over EXCEPT for the fringe which was kept slightly longer so he could play with it. 

And even though he didn't like a hairdresser cutting his hair, he loved cutting his own hair and would hunt out any pair of scissors he could. Of course he would do this sneakily and we wouldn't know until he came out of his room with an uneven fringe or a bald patch at the back of his head. 

Mum and Dad are also guilty of a variety of awesome haircuts (my Mum even had a Tank Girl haircut at one point - unfortunately there are no photos of this). 

By the time I came into their life, though, their hair styles remained fairly similar. Both short.

Although Dad did use to have a killer moustache. 

So for the book, they have mostly been drawn in this look. (Although in later stories Mum has glasses and Dad is moustaches-less).

What do you guys reckon? Would a hair guide be a useful thing for the story? Do you think it would work?

Hope you have a lovely weekend planned and I can't wait to share my new, finished, first draft manuscript with you guys. (That's coming up in a post soon!)

xx

In which our hero loses her folder (and then finds it again)


Howdy!

Sorry I've been away for last little while - classic when it rains it pours scenario. But I'm almost done on my manuscript (yay!) and I'll be showing you guys some snippets from it soon, promise.

Until then have this short autobio comic peace offering. 

I thought I'd try out using coloured pencils to colour this comic // it's something I've always wanted to do but just haven't, until now! Still got a way to go but keen to work on it some more for sure. 

xx

Let's get emotional


For the last couple of weeks I've been thumbnailing the manuscript for chapter one of Oh Brother. My goal has been to thumbnail a scene everyday, which could be as short as a page or as long as 10 pages. It's been great having a daily goal to meet and I really feel like I've been on top of the project. 

As I've been drawing panels and nutting out scenes, I realised that there are lot emotions in the book and I was struggling a little bit to figure out exactly which facial expression was the best to show what the characters were feeling. So I thought I'd make myself emotion guides for each of the main characters (me, my brother and my parents).  

These have been super handy. Even if I don't use one of the emotions I've already drawn, it can spark an idea in my mind about what expression I really want to show. 

I'm not happy with all of the faces and obvs I didn't really mix it up to much with the angles (and when I did, I didn't nail it) but it was good to draw each of the characters a few more times. I'm now feeling a little more confident with their looks and feel like I've hammered out a few more facial details that were bugging me. 

That's it for now - I need to get back to the (literal) drawing board and get going with these thumbnails if I want to reach my goal of finishing them by the end of the month. 

Gxx

What if?


Hello!

Here's a little comic for you to have a squizz at. It's about some things I think about sometimes. That's it for this week, sorry it's a short one, but I've got a few deadlines I've been worrying about lately. So once I've knocked those out of the park then I'll be back in your grills, letting you know what's going down.

Hope your week is turning out to be just what you need it to be. 

Gx

In which our hero checks in


So guys, I thought I would check in with you. We are about 6 months through the year and I thought you might be interested in how I am going with this graphic novel project -- you know, using hindsight and stuff. 

Part one: The goals.

Even before I started going part-time at my day job, I wrote down what I wished I'd ideally be able to achieve with this GN project by the end of the year. They are pinned to my studio pinboard, sitting there waiting to be forgotten about. 

 

Some of these goals were achievable, and I have actually been keeping pretty well on track with what I was hoping to do -- with one, tiny, difference: instead of finishing the whole book by the end of the year, I'm only planning to finish part one (of three).

I soon realised that I couldn't conceivably do research, write, thumbnail, pencil, ink, colour and edit 200+ pages by the end of the year when I only had two days in the studio a week.

Part two: Starting a blog / keeping a studio journal. 

At the very start of the year, I thought to myself that I should keep a weekly blog and a studio journal. Not only so I know what I need to do, but also to remind myself how much I have actually achieved. I didn't want to get lost in the project, going down the wrong rabbit holes.

As I am queen of list making, I also made daily (which turned into weekly) To Do lists. I stuck these side by side with my studio diary so I have both a list of things I did and my feelings about those things (and other things floating around my brain).

Part three: Mentors. 

As part of my scholarship, I organised mentorship from two radical Australian cartoonists: Pat Grant and Mandy Ord.

Mandy: I'd never met Mandy before; I just wrote her a letter and asked if she would consider mentoring me. I couldn't believe it when she said yes. I was terrified to meet her for the first time.

We have now met a couple of times and have been sending each other a sketchbook through the post.

It's been lovely getting to know Mandy (and getting mail!) through writing comics to each other. I'm hoping in the second half of the year that I will be able to spend some dedicated time with her going over thumbnails & pencils and figuring out ways of story telling. 

Pat: I had met Pat last year at the Comic Art Workshop in Tasmania.

Next week I'll be in Wollongong, doing a two-week visit to Pat's studio and hopefully gaining all the comic knowledge and pulling apart my script for Part One. I am still a little terrified of what Pat will be doing and worried that I'll be painfully shy for the first few days. So I thought I'd take a sketchbook with some things I want to talk about with Pat (so I don't forget them or can get him to read them if my words fail me) and also fill in the pages while I'm there -- in other words, keep a little comic record of the trip.  

Part four: Story structure/scripts and getting my teeth stuck in. 

Now, what did I get a scholarship for again? Oh yeah that's right, writing! 

For the first few months of this year I did interviews with family and Rob's carers. I wrote down stories & anecdotes about my childhood growing up with Rob on post-it notes and colour co-ordinated them into types of stories. 

Then, under the recommendation of mentor Pat, I started thinking about the story beats. I also started thinking about who I wanted to read the book (I would ideally like it to be like a good Pixar film: for kids but adults can get something out of it) and what I would like to get them thinking about. 

From writing all this down, I realised that my stories all fitted into three bigger topics: Communication, Obsessions, and Fears.

I started using the 'Milk Bottle' way (again a suggestion from Pat) of tackling the project. Chipping away at a little bit every day, using the first part of the day (the cream on top of the milk) to do my main thinking and story nutting out before tackling all the other things in life (emails and admin and the stuff that you want to do less). 

So I started writing for at least 15 minutes a day, then moved on to writing at least one story a day in script form (describing what visually will be in the panels as well as the text). I found that I tackled writing the script-writing best when I was in a cafe. 

I seemed to be drawn to the stories about communication and started focusing on writing those, my goal being to finish part one of the book (which is about communication) by the end of the year. 

Part five: Time struggles and Leave Without Pay (LWOP).

Time is a funny thing. It doesn't matter how much you think you have, or how well you manage your time, you always seem to run out. I mentioned above that I knew I would not have enough time to finish the whole book by the end of the year. I soon started worrying/realising that I might not be able to finish even part one if I kept working a day job. 

I would have my Monday and Tuesday in the studio, start getting on a roll and then, bam! I'm back at work. It's really hard to enjoy work when you've got a comics project sitting in your studio waiting to worked on. 

So I sat down, did some sums and lots of thinking and figured I could live comfortably for 6 months without working. After sleepless nights and bundles of nerves I got up the courage to ask my manager about taking LWOP for the second half of this year. To my surprise, it was approved. Which means as of this week, I'm doing comics, FULL TIME. It's pretty exciting. 

I am of course terrified that I will fall into bad habits of watching re-runs of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and falling asleep on the couch. But hopefully my willpower will prevail.

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Phew, this was a wordy one this week, sorry guys!

Hope your day has as many sparkles as you want it to have. 

Gx

Colour me unsure


Writing a comic comes in many different parts because it involves not only writing a story, but drawing it too (and in my case colouring it as well). Fortunately for you, dear readers, I am not editing my own work, because it would be filled with many many more spelling mistakes if I was.

Writing a long-form comic (I'm aiming for 200 pages) is new to me and hard. Drawing something with so much information will be a challenge but the thing that is bothering me at the moment is how I'm going to to colour this comic. 

I'm just not sure what to do. There are a lot of options and issues: digital colour or hand colour? If I pick hand colour do I use watercolour or coloured pencils or copic markers? What happens if I mess up a panel or page? How will this scan in and print out? Will it look alright? What will I lose in this process? (Watercolours don't always scan great.) As much as I would love to have the beautifully finished, inked and hand-coloured pages to hold as a physical object, the stress of almost finishing a page and then stuffing up the last panel might take me to an early grave. 

So, I've been playing around with digital colouring for this blog and I've been working in two styles:

1) Full colour:

And 2) Screen colour:

Full colour is fairly self explanatory but I thought I might break down how the screen style of colouring works because I'm loving the look of it (you may have noticed from my previous posts).

 

Step 1: Inks.

I draw my inks by hand and fine-liner on paper. Then I scan them in pure B&W and do any clean ups/spell check necessary.

Step 2: Greys.

In Photoshop I add a second layer to the file for the greys. I try to keep the greys palette to a maximum of about 5 shades. I set this layer to 'Multiply'.

Step 3: Colour.

I add a third layer, set to 'Screen'. I turn off the 'Inks' and 'Greys' layers, pick whichever colour I like the look of (in this case a shade of pink) and use the paint bucket tool to fill the entire page with the colour. I turn the other layers back on and hey presto:

Or maybe I should do full colour. 

I love the screen effect for my short works but I worry that for the longer book it might be better to use full colour, to keep the readers' eyes engaged with the book.  

What are your thoughts? What do you prefer reading, full colour or screen? Do you have any other colour suggestions I could try out?

I hope your day is filled with your favourite colour. 

Gx

Pink is the new black


Rob has always had a fascination for the colour pink. Pink food, pink material, pink cartoon characters. If it was pink, Rob probably liked it. It all started with pink foods. 

Then moved to his clothing and beloved items.

And finally overtook his entire room. 

I, in my my attempt to be everything that wasn't stereotypically girly, loved red. I don't know if this was because Rob loved everything that was pink or because of my tomboy tendencies (probably a bit of both). 

Colour for me has always been key to a good day. Even when I was a teen who couldn't dress herself to save her life, I would take my time to carefully match the colours of my socks and shoes to my shirts and shorts. I still take my time every evening to lay out my clothes for the next day and I feel unsettled if my underwear does't match either itself or the outer layers. Colours make a difference.  

And despite despising the colour pink and all its female connotations (I have since learned to embrace pink and now own at least two pink tees, although muted autumnal colours are more my thing), I still coveted the pink-coloured candy treats, strawberry being the queen of all the candy flavours. Whenever I got a strawberry treat all to myself, I treasured it. 

Did you have a favourite colour as a kid? Did it define the food you ate? Have you still got the same favourite colour? I'm currently running a three-way tie with red, green and blue. 

Stay excellent and see you lovely people next week.

Gxx

Our hero on communication


As part of the research and planning for my graphic novel (more on that in a later post), I decided to split my stories into three categories: communications, obsessions and fears. When writing down my anecdotes about Rob, I realised that after a while my writing seemed to focus mostly on the communication stories. 

Communication is important. And weird. And difficult. It helps people understand what's going on inside the minds of others and builds connections. 

I have often found it hard to meet new people; I can be shy and get overwhelmed in situations with lots of new people. Parties that are 'goin' off', we can safely say, are not my forte. However, the one-on-one connection with my good friends is really important to me and an integral part of my personality. Just because I can't socialise for more than a couple of hours without feeling tired and needing a break doesn't at all mean I don't want or need to hang out with people. 

Communication isn't just being able to talk in social situations. It is being able to empathise and put yourself in other people's shoes. 

Unfortunately, Rob -- literally and figuratively -- never wore shoes. I was never really on his radar. I wasn't in charge of the food like Mum and would only be asked to make toast if she wasn't around. It's hard to keep trying after a while. 

My folks tried lots of things to help Rob communicate. The top three were:

1) Speech Therapy:

Rob would go regularly to speech therapy sessions with an old friend of Dad's (who was an ex-speech therapist, now photographer) down at Goolwa (a beachy small town in South Australia).

Rob didn't learn much from these sessions. He would learn enough to say, for example, 'apple' a couple of times and then he'd never say it again. He would revert back to one of his favourite sounds. Things that sounded like words but were just echoes of language. 

2) Compic Cards: 

Once Rob was at school the staff tried a few different communication techniques, including Compic Cards. These were little plastic-coated cards with pictures of words or phrases or activities that the staff would show Rob to help him understand what they wanted him to do. They of course also encouraged Rob to use them to communicate with the staff and hopefully at home with his family (me, Mum, Dad). 

Rob never really used them. I don't think it was an issue of not understanding how they worked, more an understanding that it was quicker to get us to make him vegemite toast by tapping the vegemite jar. Also tapping the vegemite jar didn't come with 'No' cards. 

3) Sign Language: 

Rob was also taught some basic signing at school. This was probably the most successful out of the communication attempts, although he didn't see the importance in learning our names. The sign for food, on the other hand, was learnt in an instant. 

Of course Rob learnt it on his own terms, which ended up being a similar way to how he talked, using one sign that he knew, over and over again for different words. 

He did also manage to learn the very important sign for toilet. Rob only ever learnt as much as he needed to to communicate with us to get what he needs. 

I, on the other hand, was jealous that Rob was being taught all these rad ways of talking, particularly sign language, which I thought cool since I saw Linda Bove teach sign on Sesame Street.

That's it for this post. It's been a bit of a hectic time at the moment but I'm hoping to have some exciting news to announce soon, so keep those peepers peeped. 

Gxx

Sense & Sensory rooms


The more I write about stories of my life growing up with Rob, the more I remember and the more I realise how similar my brother and I are. Our tastes in foods, books, TV, colours; our cheeky personalities. But something big I've only recently thought about is how we both are sensitive to various sensory experiences. 

Here's a graph of Rob and my heightened senses:

You may notice that my two main senses are vision and touch, whereas Rob has all his senses turned up full blast (except for smell, but really I just can't know what his sense of smell is like). In this post I will mostly be talking about sound and touch (as they are the senses I relate to my bro) and I will only 'touch' on the other senses.

Rob has always been sensitive to sound, more specifically other people's sound. It's one sense he can get rid of fairly easily, by blocking his ears with his fingers, which is why most photos of Rob look like this:

I know how overwhelming situations (particularly social ones) can be and I often feel like holding my hands over my ears so I can focus and hear myself think. Unfortunately, not having ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder), I was expected to not cover my ears when talking to people. I was always a little bit jealous of Rob being able to skip a few of the social niceties that I found pretty tough being a shy kid who liked reading and drawing. 

Just because he didn't like other people making noise around him doesn't mean he didn't like making noise himself. Whenever he watched a video he yelled with excitement at the TV screen (I do a pret-ty goooood impression). The same was true when he played on the hammock swings: screams of delight would emanate from the backyard as he swung higher and higher. He never once hurt himself on the swings and it was really quite amazing the kind of acrobatic feats he could achieve on the swings. 

Of course, the moment other people came to catch him, he would stop and his fingers would go straight into his ears. 

Both Rob and I find material and the touch and feel of things important. Rob loved his bright pink body tube and would play in it and wear it (in and out of the house).

He also loves to be covered in pillows or mattresses and being squished, absolutely loving a big ol' bear hug. He doesn't, however, like being lightly touched or tickled. 

One of Rob's favourite 'words' was 'tickle'. However, Rob had a very different point of view of what 'tickle' meant. Instead of lightly touching your fingers on his belly or the bottom of his feet, he would get you to almost stab him with your fingers; he thought it was hilarious. Unfortunately for me, this meant that I never really learnt how most people tickle and when I got older and started tickle-flirting with boys, their appendixes were in for a rude shock. 

At school Rob would have his sensory room (at home we called it his playroom) where he could go when everyone else was a little too much for him. When photos like the one below came home with Rob in his visual school diary, I would get super jealous that at school he got to spend so much time in comfy pillow-filled rooms. I wanted to have autism so I didn't have to sit at my school desk all day. 

On my account, I was more of a safety blanket babe -- always dragging around my current blanket of choice (I had many as I would wear through them so quickly from always having them). It all came down to the feel between my fingers, softness on my face and the smell.

My addiction to safety blankets started young.

My addiction to safety blankets started young.

My favourite thing to do with my safety blanket was to rub it on my cheek, Linus from Peanuts style (it calmed me down when I was nervous), and between my fingers, again giving a calm feel. I still rub lots of materials between my fingers and most of my t-shirts are bought if they pass the between the finger rub test. Often on my bus ride home after a tough day at work, while listening to my jams, I will feel a corner of my leather satchel between my fingers.

For a fresh summer look, why not drape your blanket over the shoulder?

For a fresh summer look, why not drape your blanket over the shoulder?

I also used to roll those cheap chalky lollipops around my lips before I ate them; I'm not sure why, but I still do it whenever I eat one of those lollipops. 

As I grew older, I didn't always have my safety blanket at my side (I still like to have it near my bedside at night to help calm my overactive mind into sleep) but I did upgrade to the larger knee rugs and quilts. The more layers, the better, in my opinion. Covering my eyes so I don't have anywhere to look helps me calm down too. Sure, I could just shut my eyes, but physically covering them with something just gives you that extra level of sensory dulling. 

It can be hard not knowing what will overstimulate and stress Rob out. Both of us find solace in surrounding ourselves in pillows and blankets or dulling our overactive senses. But where I have some control over my reactions to stimulating events, Rob has very little control. Of this, I am not jealous.

Whatever our sense sensitivities though, we both loved cuddles in bed with Mum. 

See you next time. xx