Dad's not exactly what one usually thinks of when someone says 'old fashioned.' And yet, he is. He's just a lot older fashioned than most. Think 200 BC, Northern Europe. Only without the warpaint and human sacrifice.
He also takes his duty to embarrass his children to within an inch of their lives very seriously.
I had a hard time coming up with the visuals for this strip. Mary freaking out all over the panels wouldn't leave much room for the words. So then I thought I'd draw something very sedate and domestic to counter balance the strange conversation going on in the next room. Which also gave me my punch line. Man, I love the creative process. (When it works.)
I kinda wish I had managed to get this done on Friday so I could have had the thirteenth page on Friday the thirteenth. It's even better given that Mary's having a nightmare in this episode.
Ever hear that you forget your dreams soon after waking? Doesn't happen with me. There are some memories I have where I can't tell if it was a dream I had or really happened. I frequently wake up having trouble distinguishing what was dream and what was reality. That feeling can last most of the morning.
I'm Brigid, not my birth-name, but the one I chose for Confirmation. It's a Catholic thing. Want to learn more about how I grew up? Check out my semi-autobiographical webcomic, Mary Quite Contrary.
The closest I've come to earning a living as a writer is one summer I worked as a feature columnist for a small-town newspaper. I've been telling and writing stories my whole life, though, and, hey, it's something I enjoy. Whether I manage to make a buck at it isn't that important to me.