New Comic Strip Submission Part II

Well here we are already, week two completed and another six strips pencilled, inked and lettered.

This week I thought I'd concentrate more on one of the semi regular characters in Tales from Toonsville a poor hard done by old lady called Granny Apple.

As I mentioned in last weeks post this strip is not about one particular set of characters, although there are one or two that will make more regular appearances.  One of these is Granny Apple; and this week I decided to concentrate more on her.

Her character description is of someone who never thought retirement would ever be quite like this.
Just as she's settling down to what should be her golden years of rest and relaxation, she finds herself the centre of attention to her overly inquisitive grandchildren, the epicentre of the advances of an over enthusiastic and amorous octogenarian called Mr Wimpole; at constant war with technology---notably the email--- and is the owner of a 400lb lapdog called Winston, who slobbers, crashes and generally drags her all over the place.

So with all these possibilities I just had to have her in the strip. Below are three of her appearances plus a general strip about Apaches. Just because I can.

Enjoy and please come back next Friday for week three of six and even more slightly eccentric Tales from Toonsville.

This gag came from me doodling away in my sketchbook. This kind of joke allows you, the reader, to make up your own mind about what has just happened, or been happening all the time she was alone with her grandson. So all I have to do is draw the picture and let you create to funnies...ahhh, my work here is done.

Granny Apple, like a lot of older, old people, has terrible trouble with technology. My own Dad once admitted that the reason why he never sent an email was that he was terrified that someone would reply. I kid you not. When I finally did get him to pluck up the courage and send one, he clicked send and ran out of the house then hid in the car. So I guess this type of gag is inspired by my old Dad and plenty more like him.

I am a granddad. This cartoon speaks to me on levels I cannot begin to describe. 'Nuff Said.

And a little alternative. I have always been fascinated by Red Indians sending smoke signals. Are there commas, question marks? Do they have verbs and do they employ synonyms, antonyms and syntax? So I guess if there's a group where Red Indians learn to be Red Indians, then I guess there must be an Apache 101 on smoke signalling.

I sincerely hope you enjoyed this post. If you did then please share it like a demented sharing person and keep on coming back for more of the same, and a whole lot besides.

New comic strip, new hopes and new ideas...

Well, once again, here I am apologising for not having gotten around to posting on this, my launch pad site for the many ideas I have and the projects I undertake that you, my wonderful followers, follow.

As you can see I have been busy, and today I can announce the completion of my first comic strip submission for syndication in over 10 years. And to celebrate this mile stone I've attached the character sheet and all 30 strips, as I have submitted them, for your delectation and enjoyment.

The cartoon strip is titled simply 'Bib'. and below is the synopsis description from the cover letter that has accompanied it to the top three American Syndicates: King Features, Washington Post Writers Syndicate and Universal Uclick.

Strip Synopsis

Bib is a scientist one moment, an impressionist artist the next, (which he slams and criticises vociferously) a child psychologist (holding forth with his own particular brand of views and opinions, from the coal face as it where), inventor, poet, bohemian, food critic, marriage guidance councillor for the two argumentative garden Gnomes outside and on Thursdays, the leader of the crèche escape committee. Other than that he worries the cat next door, has adventures and flights of fantasy using the kitchen pedal bin as the vehicle for his imagination; avoids the attempts of the amorous dribbling baby from down the street, experiments through his department of dubious sciences on his hapless Grandma, the cat next door and an even more hapless travelling salesman, and wages a campaign of evasion against his slobbering aunt who seems unstoppable and indestructible in her quest for a kiss and a cuddle.

In short, Bib is not your quintessential little baby strip. He tears and howls his way through life as his diminutive little body tries to catch up with his overly developed imagination and mind.

I hope you like what you read and please do leave any comments--- and or your thoughts--- on Bib. Also please, PLEASE do keep coming back as I have so much to share and talk to you about.

Thank you

Karl 

September 2014

Character Sheet and Strips