I met Jack (
But, no matter how 'true' Nowhere Near Savannah is, I have to tweak things around, or chop things out at times. Good things, too, at times. I never expected to meet Jack at World Fantasy, but it's coming up to ten months or so since then, and we still shoot the shit through emails, often complaining about the price of ham. It would've been nice if I could've slotted her into the comic, but there was never a way. Another example of this involves Alisa K (
About a month later, I learnt that I was right about that, but it was a secret, and shhhh.
So shhhhh.
It was kind of a shame to cut this stuff out, but narrative necessity, really. After all, I'd spent more than enough time talking about the behaviour of my friends, and it was now time to bring myself out and paint unflattering pictures. Turns out I needed a trilogy to do that, though.
(Cross posted to benpeek.com. Have you been there? It has naked pictures of pretty people who aren't me.)