This week sees me become a Vertigo published creator. Pure. Insanity.
The CMYK anthology series from Vertigo Comics seems bent on injecting new creators amongst old favourites to tell short stories tied to some form of mild colour theme. This week sees the release of the Magenta issue, and within you can find the story GLOVES with Tommy Lee Edwards art, John Workman letters, and words by me.
achieval said: Hey Ryan. I met you at Oz Comic Con and I feel like you are probably the best person to ask (since you were so awesome). Currently I'm making two comics with myself drawing them, but I don't consider myself a good artist and I'm slow. I'm seriously thinking about hiring an artist but how does one go about it? What about the aspect of self-publishing the art someone else has done .. is it fair if I continuously make a profit of it but not them? What is your experience and/or opinion? Thanks!
Hey, thanks for thinking I can handle this. Sorry, you are completely wrong in this assumption, ha.
But I’ll give it a crack.
To get an artist on board with your comics, there are many options. I’ll cover them as succinctly as possible.
Finding an artist - the internet is your friend. Go all over, digital webbing, deviant art, facebook, I’ve actually found twitter the best place for me, ymmv.
Once found - to pay or not to pay. If you can, pay. But this is between you and the artist, I will not prescribe. I will say, if you pay, you can probably get a very rad artist, with their own following, and their massive ability, and they’ll be more beholden to a deadline, so all of that improves your book.
Also, if you pay them up front, they shouldn’t get any profit split until you have recouped those fees.
Also, also, consider paying someone rad an investment in your future. Do you want to break further into comics? Well then you’ll want people to see and read and enjoy your book. The difference between terrible and spectacular art in this regard makes a world of a difference.
Paying up front, back end, whatever, either way, contract it up - write some sort of simple contract. It just keeps things easy. But what to put in that contract?
Profit sharing! Again, up to your artist, but they should be getting AT LEAST 50% of the profits. This is profits from con sales, digital sales, everything. As years go by, and you keep selling the book, keep shifting those profits their way. The contract will help show the specificity of all this.
I hope this answers some of your initial thoughts, and if you get stuck in further pickles, I’m here any time you need me :)
A story - involving bees and me at my manliest.
It appeared we left a honey tub in the bin, lidless, exposed, and ripe for some pre-Spring bees. While I played outside with the kids this morning chasing bubbles and whatehaveyou, I noticed a lone bee hanging around. I paid it no heed, happy to let it shine on so long as it left me alone.
Then, later, after I got a little fire pit action rocking, I took the kids out to toast some marshmallows. We stepped outside and a bee pulled his best Maverick buzzing the flight tower on my face. I look around. That lone bee I thought I could trust, well, he must’ve put out one of those sneaky Facebook party posts and all his mates clicked to confirm their attendance.
Now, lest this become a shark tale, I will admit, there were only about 30 bees, but that’s 30 more than I want hanging around. So I hefted the kid back inside, postponed the mallow roasting, and set about planning my solution to this complication.
My plan: the fire pit was rocking a bit of smoke. I’d use one of the long toasting sticks - about a metre and a bit long - and pick up the pot, move it to a conveniently placed chair right in the smoke, and then watch those bees realise the party was crashed, the honey keg disconnected, and they should tell their story walking. Er, flying.
I got about a metre away, I was going to do this, for the sake of my family. Because a man’s fortress is his to defend against all enemies. But then I thought of something - our lovely neighbours are apiarists, and maybe I should confer with them first. Y’know, in case I was about to harm the bees. Yep, sure, the bees’ security was my first thought for doing this.
So I went across, informed them of the pickle in which I resided, and she says she can come across and take a look.
She steps into the backyard, assesses the situation, and tells me she’ll take care of it, no problem. She walks up, grabs the pot, and walks back to her place. Easy.
She even tries to stop halfway back to hers to have a chat with me about something. I don’t even remember what that something was because I was frozen in fea-ADMIRATION. I was frozen in admiration.
She no doubt mistook that look of knowing understanding of how hard it is to be a parent, to always be ‘the fixer,’ and I think she thought it was abject terror. So she left, And I scarpered back inside.
Problem solved. And the wife didn’t see any of it, so I think I’ll tell her I got in a fist fight with those bees, and I won. Yeah, that sounds about right.