Growing up, I was a big fan of the funny papers. I started with Peanuts, then, since I was a precocious child, I switched to Garry Trudeau's Doonesbury. My interest in the form waned with the deaths of Bloom County and Calvin & Hobbes in the mid-1990s. Now, I won't go anywhere near the comic page. Why? Because it sucks.The era of invention (and even relevance) is over.
Which brings me to my own comic strip, The Magic of Me. A Monday through Friday affair I've done for nearly a year. Why does it exist? Because I want it to. Is it the antidote for the sorry state of comic strips today? Oh God, no, but it was fun hooking you with the clever paragraph transition above.
I may be an audience of one, but I like The Magic of Me. On the written front, it's consistent and I enjoy creating narrative in this weirdly serialized way. The drawing is another story. Suffice to say that Bill Watterson I ain't. In fact, the strip has noticeably changed art styles three or four times. I'd say that was deliberate, but why lie? I'm finding my way, and I make no apologies.
Like I say, though, when I sit down to read the one hundred and fifty strips I've done to date, I feel the characters and the world are consistent--which is good since I'm designing "Magic" not as a gag-a-day, but rather as a bingable experience. Comics for the Netflix age. (I'd like to claim credit for the approach, but Trudeau's been doing it for decades).
In fact, Doonesbury is my model for narrative. Like Doonesbury, "Magic" has a meta-story told in chunks of three to ten strips each. Every few days, I switch to another character and and deliver another chunk. As I say, writing in this mode is a new adventure for me, and I dig it. It's much different than prose and screenplays. Also, the discipline of doing a strip every weekday is good for me.
Check it out (it's linked above). You might like it, but maybe you won't. Doesn't matter because making it is Zen, so I'm calling it "mission accomplished".
If you do dig it, don't hesitate to tell your friends.