Get comfortable with the “know-like-trust” factor Don’t talk to strangers. Don’t accept a lollipop. Definitely don’t get in the car. You learned these rules when you were five, and, if you’re like most people, you probably still basically follow them. Even if you’ll talk to strangers, it makes you nervous. What if you get stuck with
You should be making your creative work every day. You should be spending more time with your family and friends. You should spend a lot more time in selling your work. You shouldn’t have to sell anything: your work should speak for itself. You should be much further along in your career. You should give
Boston, April 1-3. Some of the best minds in narrative journalism will gather at the Power of Narrative conference to, as their tagline puts it, stay “Savvy, Skilled, and Solvent in Journalism’s Wired Era.” I’m proud to be a speaker and panelist at the conference, and look forward to meeting you there. The media landscape
Out on the Wire: the Storytelling Secrets of the New Masters of Radio, my comics documentary on the narrative ideas and techniques of the new generation of top audio producers hit the bookstores last Tuesday. And I’m making a few stops for book events in the USA in September. I hope you’ll come see me; I’d be thrilled to get a chance to sign your books for you.
In addition to the usual festival craziness, this year’s event will be particularly exciting for me, as it will mark the first time I’ve originated a book in French, with a French publisher, thus achieving a goal I set for myself the very first time I went to FIBD, back in 1998 (although then I said I wanted to do it in 5 years). True fact. Ask Tom Devlin.
Friends, it gives me a lot of pleasure to announce that the first moment I put my hands on a copy of Trish Trash: Rollergirl sur Mars (vol. 1 of 3), I was standing outside a comics museum, watching a roller derby demo. Thomas Ragon, my editor, had put a lot of pressure on the Dargaud studio to get the book printed two months before the official release date, so I could be standing there on the chais Magelis, wiping a light drizzle off the fresh, offset-printing-ink smelling pages.