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Thrilling Tales: the Space Patrol and I are, basically, the Keystone Cops

Filed under Thrilling Tales of the Downright Unusual, Works in Progress

the Space Patrol: not at their best, at ground level

The Space Patrol and I are each hurrying, to the best of our ability… pretty much as you see here. I might or might not be falling over myself the way they’re doing: you be the judge. To assist you in your judgement you can click the image above and see it swoop into an embiggened state.

Try as I might I can’t seem to get more than ten weeks ahead of the latest page in The Lair of the Clockwork Book. By the time I finish a new illustration you’ve all caught up with me – and there I am, exactly ten weeks ahead of you again. I can’t see myself speeding up any time soon because most of the remaining illustrations are going to be a challenge.

Still, one way or another I really do need to get about sixteen weeks ahead of what you see at the Thrilling Tales site, so I can pack the Clockwork Book away for a bit while I catch up on other things – notably, Part Two of The Toaster With TWO BRAINS. This is just about exactly what happened on my last Clockwork Book cycle. I guess it’s sort of a pattern.

I’ve been turning over some thoughts about the serial that’ll follow The Lair of the Clockwork Book. That’s still a few months away, but it makes sense to know where I’m going early. And often. So far… hmmmm.

Anyway, it’s back to the grind again, if by "grind" we mean the latest picture. With more Space Patrolpersons! And bonus hovercraft!

 
 

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