For some reason, Gran's departure to Austria has hatched the canard that my strip must be singing its swan song. That is the word that circulates back to me, and I am always the last one to hear. One commenter insisted that he can't see how I can continue (revealing a fascinating insight as to what he can't see – but otherwise conveying nothing to do with the strip or my plans).
As a matter of record, allow me to quell the whispers and state that "9 Chickweed Lane" marches on, with nary a thought contrariwise.
How do these rumors get going anyway? Perhaps they are milled at Thorax's "Bureau of They."
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
THAT'S ENTERTAINMENT (WEEKLY)
Entertainment Weekly posted a blog today that really oughtn't to be missed.
http://popwatch.ew.com/2010/09/09/9-chickweed-lane-is-all-kinds-of-awesome/
Thanks to Mr. Adam Vary for his kind and articulate words.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
AND DID I FORGET TO SAY BACK ATCHA?
Again, I feel I should state that the cataract of mail I have been receiving about the story of Edie and Kiesl leaves me astonished and gratified.
Most of the time, one works on a story in long periods of silence, punctuated by an occasional note of approbation, the odd diatribe. That's all part of the profession. Since Edie's story began late in October of 2009, the mail began to gush at me in a relentless flow – very pleased, appreciative mail, the sort of mail that reaches out to shake my hand and keep shaking and not let go me until it has said all it intended to say, and then clap me on the back for good measure. To this day the numbers burgeon. My back has been clapped a lot.
I haven't been able to thank you all in an adequate way, except to say "thank you" in this blog, and hope you're reading it. You buoy me, you make it all worth the while, and.....well.....thank you.
Brooke
Most of the time, one works on a story in long periods of silence, punctuated by an occasional note of approbation, the odd diatribe. That's all part of the profession. Since Edie's story began late in October of 2009, the mail began to gush at me in a relentless flow – very pleased, appreciative mail, the sort of mail that reaches out to shake my hand and keep shaking and not let go me until it has said all it intended to say, and then clap me on the back for good measure. To this day the numbers burgeon. My back has been clapped a lot.
I haven't been able to thank you all in an adequate way, except to say "thank you" in this blog, and hope you're reading it. You buoy me, you make it all worth the while, and.....well.....thank you.
Brooke
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