I'll be honest, January is not a big book sales month. There are no comic events to stand behind a table at, and most of my schools weren't big buyers. So, though I may not do this every month, I'm including in this blog all the stuff I flogged on eBay. Some is my work (comic art pages) but most is magazines and junk I'm clearing out. Normal service (of selling my own self published books) will resume next month.
Friday, 31 January 2025
Book sales + stuff on eBay January
Thursday, 30 January 2025
Writing a diary, recording my dreams
One of the things I started doing this year, apropos of nothing much, was writing a diary.
I know I've been keeping this blog since 2009, but there were a couple of factors that made me start writing a private and personal one in a book at the start of this year. The first reason was that my agents, United Agents, send me a nice hardback diary every year, which has space for a third of a page per day, so that's ideal for a quick record of what you've been up to.
The second factor was My 1975 Diary, which I revisited to make into a calendar, and which I've posted as blogs too. This reminded me of my diary-keeping tradition, which had begun in the summer of 1974, and which I kept up in that fully illustrated Picture Diary form until my O levels in 1978, after which it drifted. I then seem to have kept a hand written page-a-day diary in 1979 and 1980, though it gets patchy because my life has become more interesting. And in April 1981 I still remember vividly how I lost the diary I'd been keeping, by leaving it on the coach on the way back from Exeter for the Easter holidays. I didn't resume diary keeping until some point in the 1990s, when I started writing in a small pocket diary but didn't keep it up. From then until 2009, whatever went on in my life is recorded only in scraps of memorabilia, and what my ailing memory can pull together.
The third thing that made me want to write a diary was that I started the year feeling a bit anxious about money and work, and wanted to vent my thoughts on the page, but didn't think it was the stuff to put out in public. I'm happy to report that, four weeks later, I'm feeling much more positive about all those things, and maybe the diary keeping helped in a small way to make me realise how little I had to worry about.
A by product of keeping this diary has been that I've written down a few dreams. Usually I would forget these not long after I woke up. But since I have the book there by my bedside, and especially when I'm away in hotel rooms there's no-one to be disturbed if I turn the light on and start scribbling, I've got a few of my dreams down on paper. Here are the mysteries they have contained...
Caricature January
I happened to find myself doing a couple of caricaturing jobs out of the blue this month. I was happy to be able to turn them round quickly. That said this one, above, for someone’s retirement, ended up taking twice as long as planned. Largely cos I had to do it twice.
Here’s the first version, based on the one lo res picture they sent. I did the first version with him clenching his fists in triumph at leaving the prison service. Then the client suggests I had his OBE so I add his OBE. Then the client suggests he have a bunch of keys so I add a bunch of keys. Then the client, which by now includes the rest of the family, suggests it doesn’t look like him so they send me some more better photos. Oh and could he be in running shorts, with the prison logo on and…. Anyway, I charged half as much on top and they ended up happy.
This one was a lot easier. Nine comedians clambering over York Minster, for a comedy festival. Bish bash bosh. I recognise most of them.