Everything I draw ends up wearing a bow-tie

Wait, wait you mean there are actually people out there think they have to be cool to be friends with me?

Huh, never considered it! I mean partly because my voice is pretty low and she’s such a kawaii motherfucker that I always thought she’d have a fairly high-pitched, maybe slightly gravelly voice, but I guess I could try. Would anyone else want me to try doing this? If so, how about sending me a link to some of her lines or an excerpt; I’m a lazy busy bugger so idk if I can be bothered hunting out sections to read.

Well? Should I have at it?

RGB loves puns, but only if he’s the one making them.

I have… no idea. I never started TPoH with the intention of profiting from it. Maybe some day, but I would also have to discuss the matter with Nate because I don’t want to profit from Madras because she’s his baby :C It would be kind of neat to have a few copies to throw at potential job places though, so who knows?

Well well, someone has sharp eyes.

It was indeed. You’ll see a lot of references to different films and stories throughout TPoH (the yellow road motif has already been flogged to death for you ahaha). Of course, it’s more the selection of lines that I was having fun with.

TL:DR Britain is weird okay?

Wow, points for probably being one of the most interesting and hard to answer questions I’ve had to date, and yes, I know precisely what you mean. Probably shouldn’t be flattered that you get that from the comic too, but cheers all the same ;)

I’ve considered the fact myself a couple of times, and really I can only suppose it’s because death is such an integral part of our history and culture. It’s not something that we gloss over or pretend doesn’t happen- I was always very aware of what death was and what it meant to people from a very early age. Certainly, you use phrases like ‘kicked the bucket’, 'pushing up the daisies’, 'joined the choir invisible’ etc. but that doesn’t diminish the concept for us. It’s a part of everyday conversation, it’s a part of our childhood stories, it’s a part of the games we play and the nursery rhymes we sing in the playground. British comedy, too, is obsessed with it. Taking one of the heaviest taboos of philosophy and turning it into something hilarious is an everyday activity; because that’s how humans deal with things like that. Laughter really is the best medicine, and death is an ever present fact of existence.

There is also a very prominent obsession with time, and how little of it we have. When I moved to Vancouver one of the hardest things I had to get used to was the more casual approach to time. Showing up 'on time’ included being five minutes late, later for some people, depending on where they were from, and even now at my job they don’t mind if you show up at half past the hour as long as you work that extra half hour in the evening. In the U.K. being late is one of the worst sins imaginable- or, at least, that was how I was brought up to see it. School, work, even just meeting up with friends to see a movie. The idea of being late, wasting time, not wearing a watch- it’s just not done. I’ve seen people boasting to each other about how accurate their timepieces are, it’s that big of a deal.

The U.K. also has a long standing reputation for murders, ghost stories, fairy tales that would scare you right out of your wits- but there’s no real way to tell where the myths and facts cross over. My country has a horribly bloodstained history. A lot of the time the blood was on our hands, but, being an island, we’ve also been a gigantic target since the dawn of time. Vikings, Romans, Normans, you name it- why do you think the English language is such a mad mashup?

So, yes, Britain is dark, and there is always an acknowledgement of death in what we do- be it ominous or absurd. It was a country built on blood and salt water; there’s was never going to be any way for it not to be dark and twisted, but it’s still home. It’s a charming, welcoming, ravenous little beast of a country with a crooked smile that’ll go for your jugular as soon as offer you a cup of tea.

Do visit some day if you have the time.

I’ve actually answered the first question before, but for the sake of new folks he basically has a British RP (received pronunciation) or Queen’s English accent- the type of southern, well spoken accent you associate with those stuffy old BBC news presenters from the sixties and the like.

As for the second question. Uh.

Not so good.

Firstly, YES, come on you Pottermore nerds, you know you’re out there, I ain’t picky and I’ve got too much love to keep it all to myself :D

Secondly, oh dear, guys look at what we’re doing to people with this thread oh god Sarah this is all your fault, but mostly IT’S OKAY. You know the difference now, so, you learned something! That’s all that matters.

Yeah, I really am sorry about that, but as for losing inspiration, there’s really no way of knowing how or when it will happen. I can’t make any promises with TPoH, but I have a good feeling about it, so let’s hope that I can keep chugging on with it.

HAHAHAHAHAHA

I do not think I am a great artist. I struggle to think of my as an artist most days; but I’ll tell you what everyone else has told me, and what I’ve eventually started to realize for myself.

Everyone can draw, but there are different levels of ability. No matter what level you are at, there is always someone better than you, always someone worse than you, and you can always, always learn. If you love it, do it, get better. Make mistakes, make horrible mistakes; mistakes that you will treasure and cry over and keep close to your heart so that you never ever make them again. Don’t ignore people who say that your work looks bad because you did something wrong- ask them what is was and how to do it right next time. Do ignore people who just say that your work looks bad because they don’t like it- art is opinion.

You can’t please everyone.

Listen to your instincts- if you think a picture isn’t going as planned; stop, do something else, come back to it later, come back to it a year later if you have to, but don’t give up. Don’t think that you shouldn’t try. Don’t think that, because you aren’t good enough, you aren’t allowed to do something (unless it’s brain surgery). You still don’t think you’re good enough? Of course you aren’t good enough; you’ll never be good enough for you. Your brain is always five years ahead of your hands. Your own expectations of yourself are higher than anybody else’s. If you think that you’re the best at what you’re doing, that’s probably proof that you’re missing something, but that doesn’t mean you should constantly think you’re the worst. If you can’t believe in yourself, find someone who does. There will always be someone who does. Sometimes it’s a whole bunch of someones, and some day, maybe, that’ll mean that you can believe in you as well.

And then maybe you’ll start drawing a webcomic.

Not at all! He shares a lot of the same characteristics as him, especially in the guise of Berty from Mary Poppins; if you keep reading you’ll see a lot of references to movies, that one being absolutely no exception. RGB is a blend of a lot of different people, as well as being very obviously his own person, so you’ll doubtless pick up traits from other characters all over the place (which is in itself a part of the story). The only key difference to note between him and Berty, asides from the obvious tv for a head disembodied-jackass situation, is that RGB has what is refereed to as a Received Pronunciation accent. The type of toffy-nosed BBC accent you’d hear from tv announcers in the 60’s.

Not that I don’t love Berty’s… ‘cockney’ accent. It is a unique experience.

The story is journey, so they’ll be constantly changing locations, which will be half explained as we goes along- but as I never state beyond a pair of landscapes where the city at the beginning is I may as well tell you we are currently in Manchester.