Once upon of time she used to make websites. She even got rather good at it. Made a living, bought furniture and transport and comic books. Talked in the first person. She doesn't feel like she's done anything creative in years and years and years, but she wants to show you she tried. Surely the future has room for more trying.
Sid is not many things, yet.
There's work and study and dirty dishes. Is it still possible to make art? I need some protein energy pills. And chemistry nomenclature. First I'll aim at a finish for The Soft Core pilot mini comic and post it somewhere out on the interweb. There's other things, the writer requires more regular beatings.
Five page one off. A few years old, but only ever seen by the lovely, difficult and terribly distracted writer (re-writer) I'm not allowed to name until he finds himself a pseudonym. My laptop made funny colours. VIEW COMIC
Influences much too present. But the sheer volume compared to what I manage (nothing) today makes me smile.
There was, sometime in memory, plans for this, but wasn't very serious in it's infancy as you will see. ' S.Q.A.D ', yes.
(I've got a proper writer for future 22 page stories. Daisy will be sexy).