The initial idea for this comic came from being woken up at night by people walking past my window. I live in a Victorian suburb, where most of the houses are right on the street, with gardens, if any, at the back. And it's often hot, so the windows are open. Passersby talk at what's probably normal conversational volume, but they don't seem to realise that they are metres away from complete strangers, who are listening to their conversations.
The self-censorship? Maybe a bit coy, but who knows? My mom might read this blog some day.
Heather said some lovely things about me on her blog today. Thank you!
1 comment:
hey... she mentions prints in the etsy shop someday! Is that a viscious rumor, or might it come true?!
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