One of the hardest things about comics that I'm glad to have finally gotten the hang of is writing pitches. It's not elevator-pitch style (don't ask me to do that), but it's concise and has the goldilocks ratio of information needed. (3 pages divided into 6 sections).

So I was pinged to this fascinating post that spoke of the strange muddying that comes from interpretating and appropriating epic literature. It was an epic by itself, starting from allegory to how people tend to project their contemporary sensibilities (or false claims) to old things to comics to the theory of Monomyth to fandoms. Here then my Alexander Comic emerges, and this is how I was pinged, because the author, Owl*, referenced that old nugget about If My Alexander Comic is Fanfic or Not.

About finding the true end of a graphic novel.

If you're part of the void that I blog to, you might have noticed the silence. Yes! I had been busy, enjoying my time down under AND going through yet another Juggling 3 Projects Summer Freelance Hell (despite having said that I'm no longer consciously making such hells for myself ever again, somehow it manifested itself on its own -- that's how publishing works!). Here's a digest of stray thoughts that summarised the missing months:

A very grandiloquent title for some ramblings (as usual) about the current discourse: the intersection of art-making and AI.