Just a reminder that LumberJanes #1 comes out this week! Put on your plaid and pick it up at your local comic shop! <3
I’m currently in the midst of coloring issue 2, but here’s a little doodle I’ve been working on during breaks. April chillin after a night of fighting saber-foxes. One finally learned his manners.
brouhahaha asked: Any tips for intimidated first-timer girls that want to go into a comic shop and order Lumberjanes? Like, will shops know what I'm handing them or will they be like "who are you what is this why are you here?"
1. Wear your favorite plaid shirt
2. Take your best friend with you, because friendship
3. The comic shop employees should be happy to get the form because all the information is on it and they don’t have to look anything up, thus making their jobs easier
4. If they are rude, take the form back, yell A CURSE UPON THIS SHOP, then take your business to another shop
5. If you can actually perform curses, that would be ideal.
6. Walk away in slow motion as the shop explodes behind you. Don’t look at the explosion. Taylor Swift’s “Trouble” plays.
7. “They shouldn’t have messed with me” you say grimly
8. I forgot what we were talking about
Last chapter for now, my dudes! You can buy a physical copy of this full thang on Sunday, February 16th at LA Zinefest at the Oh Gosh Press booth (#82!) along with my Baby-Sitter’s Club zine, “Kristy and Mary Anne’s Big Secret,” a totes free LUMBERJANES preview zine and MORE from lots of cool folks! I’ll do a full post (WITH PHOTOS) tomorrow about Zinefest offerings, but for now, enjoy this last part of this silly thing I’ve really dug writing.
Happy Valentine’s Day, loves.
Everything felt ridiculous. The fact that she and Rachel were stretched out on her bed, electric, exhausted, still buzzing hours later from the concert. That a 1D acoustic mix Rachel made for her was currently drifting softly from her laptop. That Rachel was so cool, so funny, so much radder than Kam could have imagined, ever hoped for.
That Rachel currently had her head resting on Kam’s belly while she chattered a play-by-play of the concert.
God, her voice was awesome.
Kam’d only done pot that one time, when Candice snuck brownies her older sister had made on the bus home from the state swim meet, and she felt 900 times higher right this second.
"…and MAN, when Harry did that midair split! Do you think I’m too old to learn how to do a midair split in skinny jeans? That feels like something you gotta learn young."
Kam rolled her eyes. “Yes, you’re positively elderly at 16, Rach.”
She could feel Rachel laugh, the back of her head pressing into Kam’s stomach in such a satisfying way that Kam nearly convinced herself that she didn’t give a crap whether Rachel would ever feel the same way about her, if she would just spend the next several years with her head right there.
"Damn right, my old bones can’t handle that kinda thing."
"You’d break right in half, I reckon."
Kam suddenly felt Rachel sit up, felt her scooting the length of the bed before appearing directly above her.
Kam swallowed, eyes instantly wide. Everything suddenly felt too quiet and too loud all at once.
"I’m pretty sure this was the best night of my life. Like, all of it."
Kam opened her mouth to reply. Rachel’s eyes, those gorgeous, pleading eyes, were looking at hers so intensely that she needed a second to force herself to remember how to speak.
"Yeah…yeah, mine too, Rach."
Rachel nodded, her eyebrows knit in a determined little V.
"I’m gonna do something stupid now, okay?" Rachel’s voice was barely a whisper now, and Kam thought she might pass out, might die, here in her dim bedroom with this beautiful girl looking down at her, high on UK lads singing dumb pop songs.
But before she could faint, before she could die, Rachel’s lips were pressed lightly against hers, and suddenly everything was light and heat, her heart slamming into her eardrums, her brain fizzing like pop, burning up, leaving nothing but the feeling that this, this was so right, how could anyone ever think this wasn’t exactly how kissing was supposed to feel, how everything was supposed to feel, 100% of the time.
When Kam felt Rachel pull away, she opened her eyes reluctantly, meeting Rachel’s hesitant gaze.
Kam swallowed again.
"That was…wow. That was better than anything, Rachel. Anything ever."
When Rachel’s face split into a wide grin, Kam’s chest ached. She leaned up to kiss Rachel again, sweetness drowning her thoughts as an acoustic “Happily” strummed from her speakers:
I don’t care what people say when we’re together.
You know I wanna be the one to hold you when you sleep.
I just want it to be you and I forever.
I know you wanna leave.
So come on baby be with me
Physically pre-ordering comics in your comic book store, using the Diamond ordering code, is the most effective way to support a comic book, a comic book writing team, or a character (or all three!) of your choosing.
Comic book stores can suck for women. Ordering online, and consuming online is way easier. But the publishers have not adjusted their metrics (or their profit margins) to reflect that. You know how it’s taken television a long ass time to use online viewing numbers in their reasoning behind keeping or cancelling a show? The comic industry is a THOUSAND TIMES SLOWER (in part because profit margins are way, way lower), at quantifying that stuff.
As such, it super obviously creates a situation where comics that appeal to non-traditional comic readership get cancelled because it’s hard as balls to convince ladies to add more sexism to their daily lives for fun. And that makes total sense!
But pre-ordering works, and it’s the quickest, most powerful and most effective way to support what you love and what you want to see most of.
So it can suck, but you should do it. Because it will genuinely change things for the better. Also, there are GREAT BOOKS out there.
(and if you want to lessen your chances of walking into a shitty comic store, check Yelp. Support the non-shitty stores, because when a shop is good, it’s great. It’s your own private little clubhouse every week where you get to talk about the things you love with other people who take seriously those same things you love.)
An excellent follow-up to N$’s amazing comic goin’ around Tumblr today!