I’m sure the world wasn’t crying out for another collection of my cartoons but I uploaded this just now. It’s not yet live but I thought I’d use the few minutes I have before we record the podcast to reflect on the end of another small project. The cover is obviously obvious in a couple […]
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More upbeat this morning on account of my finally taking the plunge and swapped out my keyboard. After slightly obsessing over it after last week’s post, I took the opportunity of a payday to buy a mechanical one and, since it arrived, I’ve never been happier. I adore it. I am now actively looking forward […]
Continue ReadingNot much blog traffic this weekend so my start to the week felt like a great indifference. Instead I poured my energy into a new piece on the political situation in America which you can read over at Reaction. Meanwhile, my post from last week on Lebedev has been bothering me for days. It left […]
Continue ReadingA rare late night update just to say that I think I’m losing it. Or it has to be a symptom of lockdown. I’ve been drawing cartoons non-stop for what seems like ages. Yesterday I said I finished Book 3. I thought I’d been working on it for about two months. It’s slightly over two […]
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And have a brand-new cartoon to mark this special day. Well, okay, it’s not that special but, late last night, I did finish the third volume of my cartoon trilogy. That’s 55 mostly new cartoons drawn over the course of a month. The moment passed with no ceremony beyond a sigh of relief. Inspiration is […]
Continue ReadingWoke up in a good mood which lasted all of the twenty minutes before I glanced at Twitter. One of the constant nuisances of writing “professionally” is that it opens you up to a different kind of reader. A blog is just me sitting here. Once an article makes it to a bigger website, however, […]
Continue ReadingWhy Dunciad.com?
It’s a cool domain name and it was available. Yes, I know. Available. Crazy, isn’t it?
Really?
Yes. It also helps that it’s also my favourite satire written by Alexander Pope, one of the most metrically pure English poets who also knew his way around a crude insult or two. If you’ve not read it, you should give it a try.
So this is satire, right?
Can’t deny it. There will be some. But it’s also an experiment in writing and drawing, giving work away for free in order to see how many people are willing to support a writer doing his thing. It’s the weird stuff that I wouldn’t get published elsewhere in this word of diminishing demands and cookie-cutter tastes.
