*boink*

If you aren't on my new website, you're missing all the fun.

New blog post!

REDIRECT!

Hey Kiddos! I totally have a new website. My APE recap is up there, as are all these wonderful blog entries you love to re-read every day, while you snip my eyeballs out of photos of me and hum songs that mention my name.

It's here:
www.amymartincomics.com

Like Ozzy, I'll see you on the other side.
--Amy

APE Escape

God, it feels like forever since I started talking about moving. But now, it's been two months and I'm snuggled up in my tiny apartment that finally feels more cozy than tiny. Kitties are purring. It's all really a lovely fucking tableau. And according to the weather report it will finally start to get chilly this week.

THIS WEEK!
Yes! I will be wo-manning a table at San Francisco's favorite show, APE (Alternative Press Expo). You can find me at table 273B, and you will also find...
...my two brand-new books....




I hope you enjoy them as much as I have.
But, of course you will.

Come see me! I hug.

--Amy

Tomorrow Is My Turn

Everyone Must Breathe

Presenting....



A 44-page album of funnies starring three brassy, assy, cah-LASSy ladies.
It's finished and on its way to the printers tonight. Release date: Nov. 1 2008.
YES!!

..and Florride is not far behind...


***
One thing I've inherited. I am no longer able to sit still. One of the blessings, I suppose, of having spent my last five years in two relationships, both of whom with people who encouraged, praised, and when necessary GOADED me into gettin' art done. I really relied on someone (ie, a boyfriend/girlfriend) pushing me for motivation for a long time. And now, I get it. I don't need to be pushed anymore. I push myself.
I feel like I cracked a code or something.

The down side is, I literally cannot do nothing anymore. If I'm sitting on the bus, I think "I should be writing." Waiting for a friend in a bar I feel I should be drawing in my sketchbook. Lunch breaks have turned into me wolfing something while wringing out any available drawing time. I bring my materials with me everywhere. I am never content to be sitting still when I could be working.

It's a good thing, really. Kind of a curse, but a beneficial one.
Thanks M. and J.


***
Tomorrow I am off to Vegas for my birthday with my oldest, dearest friends. And that's saying something, dear friends. Per the paragraph above, I will be editing in Photoshop on the plane.


***
The VP debates are tonight and my panties are pingin'. I love this election.

Besou,
--Amy

Rarrr!

Things are fierce, people. I am suspending work on Florride for the moment in order to finish up, bust out, and devote plenty of production time to my new super secret project. But don't worry, you will still see both debut at APE in November. Once TSG goes to the printer I'll wrap up F. God, stop CRYING. I'm sorry I scared you.

Here, blow.

I think I have a plan of attack for laying out the super secret project. I've been a little bit panicking the last couple days but now things are looking fresh.

I'll be part of another group show at The Compound in October. These are a lot of fun and I'll announce reception dates here again.

I'm going to Keith Knight's class at the Cartoon Art Museum tomorrow. I can walk there. God I love living in this city.


Hey, as long as you're here, are you voting for Obama yet? I just got my new voter reg card in the mail and I can't wait to use it. You know this guy got endorsed by NOW, right? And they like, never endorse anyone? You know he's a remarkable orator, a strong role model, a unique candidate in a shitbarrel of blahblah, I assume. You know that all over Oakland, everywhere I go, I see young black men wearing his t-shirts. You know that he's energized and attracted traditionally disenfranchised people. You know his face is everywhere and it's lookin' so good.

I can't wait for the debates.

Mmm, mmm good,
--Amy

Beck again, eh?

I have really long commutes now. Which means I doodle in my sketchbook almost every day.

Books are.... ugh. Coming together, I guess. I'm inking, which is so refreshing. Pencils are grueling.
Still don't have everything down that I want to. Hittin' the GAS, people.