When I was a kid, comic strips (and probably other forms of media) that had too many written words didn’t suit me. It wasn’t until one summer when, trapped at my father’s musical instrument shop all day, there was a treasury-sized edition of Doonesbury cartoons. I had seen it before and was daunted. It was daunting, but it was the only cartoon stuff available that day, everything else with cartoon drawings, including some Ernie Ball sales material, had been studied to death. I dived into the book, and came away with a new appreciation for verbose cartoons.
And I hope you guys have the same appreciation, because I’m starting to see that the storytelling technique I’m trying to use is going to spin out some sizable word balloons.
Also, My grandmother passed away, so the uploading of cartoons might get wonky this week. Sorry ’bout that.
