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How to start a webcomicMaking a Web Comic Part I: Finding a Story
The first and most important thing to start a web comic is to have a story. You could be the best artist on the West side of France, but it won't make a difference if your story sucks. People are grabbed first by good art and second by a good story. Art can only go so far; it is the story that will keep your readers reading. One fine example of this is Fox Tails by Fallon Willard. The art is lacking in quality, but the story is fantastic. This first part of "Making a Web Comic" covers the key elements of finding a story.
So, you know you want to do a web comic, but you're lacking in ideas for a story. You have a few different options:
1. Find a writer who already has a story. There are a lot of writers out there with fantastic ideas, but lack the skills to express them in art. The best place to look for these writers is usually in the
Making a Web Comic Part II
Making a Web Comic Part II: Paneling
The second most important part of a webcomic (or any comic for that matter) is paneling. This sounds simple, but really, its not. When considering a Panel layout you should consider what is happening in that Scene.
Is this an introduction, a love scene, or an action scene? These seem to be the most common types of scenes (in my opinion). The introduction scene generally builds up the story. Not all introduction scenes are introducing someone, they are mostly just informative and help to further the plot. Here is an example link
Introduction Scenes have a tendancy to be boxy, and form fitting. Rarely do they have empty space or action lines. They follow a concise order. In the example above you can see that your eye easily follows the conversation because you read left to righ
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I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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