Hello friend. This is the Daily Dill, reporting from the dilliverse.
Real quick breaking news: the shop is up if you want a copy of It’s Hard Being Dill. More on that later.
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Today’s Comic
And that was today’s comic. Thank you for reading.
Artist Complains, Passersby Take No Notice
While I do enjoy using Substack, I have a tiny disagreement with it. It can be a little bit like social media in some aspects; mainly if you follow Substack’s suggestions for disseminating content from the creator side. This is a tepid complaint. Imagine the most lukewarm water you’ve ever had to drink. That’s the kind of tepid we’re talking about.
I almost exclusively use the send-to-email section and communicate with people from there, which is awesome. You don’t have to be bombarded with one thousand opinions at once, which is pretty overwhelming for me. It does limit Dill Comics’ reach, but I’d rather spend that time looking at clouds or sending my friends pictures of ducks they never asked for. Do you know what I mean?
New Shop Opens Nextdoor to Tree
Dill’s comic is finally up for purchase! If you missed the event this weekend at the Schomburg Center, you can get a comic here. There will be more listings soon. Thanks to everyone who showed their support at BCBF on Saturday. You were all just genuine, cool people and hanging out was the highlight of my month. Definitely one of my favorite crowds.
Consider the Print
This is an image I drew of Dana and her best friend Dean. She’s the one that goes by “fat bat” and loves anything spooky. I’m considering turning it - and other artwork of them - into a print. Maybe it would be fun as a poster or glossy photo. Not sure yet, just thinking out loud. Let me know if you have your own opinions on what paper would look good for these two.
Also, I recently realized that Dean may be eating the most blasphemous cheesesteak. Deep apologies to all Philly people, I should have added a trigger warning. It’s got tomatoes and lettuce…there’s no onions…dang. That was a bold move on my part. My bad.
As always, thanks for reading! Catch you next week.