We Are Seven is a one-woman art studio currently producing books, comics, and graphic novels. This blog chronicles my progress.

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Love Song

In case you missed it, the studio's new comic, Love Song, is now available to read online.

Love Song is beautifully rendered through the use of shadow puppets. Each frame is full of light and texture.

Love Song, Page 4

The hand-cut sets capture the allure of St. Augustine, Florida, a city rich in history and bygone charm.

Love Song, Page 1

The story itself centers around Dahlia and Carmine, two strangers who share a centuries-old love.

Love Song, page 5

Interested in seeing more? Click over to Love Song at Comic Fury to see the story. The comic is ad-free and always free to access. Its creation is supported via Patreon.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Updates from The American Spinster

Have you been keeping up with our sister blog, The American Spinster? In addition to two new comics, this new website has started putting out Spinster How-To guides and Spinsterly Reads.

 Spinster How-To

The Spinster How-To section provides helpful advice on tackling the daily struggles of "adulting" on one's own.

Want to rent an apartment without looking like a n00b? The American Spinster has you covered. Check out this new guide series every Monday.

The American Spinster Book Reviews

Spinsterly Reads, posted every Friday, offer some weekend reading that pertains the the spinster lifestyle.

 The reviews here cover the selected book's basic synopsis, and delve into why it's of interest to the single, childfree woman.

The American Spinster: Comics

 And like I mentioned, there are two new comics. If you've ever caught yourself thinking, "The internet really needs more handcrafted paper doll comics addressing the unmarried adult demographic," this comic was made for you.

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

We're on Patreon!

Behold the beautiful Patreon site: Lilli Blackmore on Patreon

If you're unfamiliar, Patreon is a crowd-funding website that works on a recurring donation basis. Rather than donating a lump sum to a particular project, patrons fund artists with small monthly donations. In return, they receive rewards from the artist.

The shadow-puppet comic, Love Song
My Patreon supports The American Spinster comics and my darling Love Song. In the future, Emmy: Self-Titled will be funded this way, as well as all future books and comics.

Why is this so wonderful? Because for a single dollar per month, you can help artists create the things you love. Musician and writer Amanda Palmer receives about 33.5k from almost 7,000 patrons for each thing she produces (be it a song, album, or book), and keeps whatever funds are left over (after the cost of actually producing whatever it is) as profit. And for the low price of $36 per year, I get access to all of her art. It's a sweet deal for all involved.

So what does this mean for you? If you choose to support me on Patreon ($1, remember), you'll get more frequent updates of Love Song, The American Spinster, and all future projects. Browse around this amazing platform and see all it has to offer. I think you'll be impressed.

Monday, February 1, 2016

The American Spinster Website

Yes, it does exist. Again. TheAmericanSpinster.com.

The American Spinster Comic
This site includes the American Spinster comics, as well as the blog, including two new post series called Spinster How-To and Spinsterly Reads.

The blog is updated every Monday and Friday, and new comics are posted every-other Wednesday.

This new-and-improved site is built using Wordpress, because I finally decided that coding everything myself wasn't making me look impressive, but it was costing me way too much time and hindering the site's success.

So I now present you with The American Spinster. Enjoy.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

The Seedless Grape

I'm pleased to present the first episode of The Seedless Grape webcomic, via The American Spinster.

The Seedless Grape

Enjoy! And don't forget to check out the rest of The American Spinster website.

Friday, January 16, 2015

The American Spinster

Can I tell you a secret?

I've been working on something. It's a new website. And, except for pictures from tomorrow's photo shoot and a little more content, it's ready.

As you may have guessed from the title, it's called The American Spinster. I know many young (or young-ish) women who are unmarried and childfree, but we seem to be a largely ignored demographic. Some people are putting off starting a family until they're not so burdened with student loan debt, some haven't found the right person, but some are just happy that way.

Now, either you understand the desire to be footloose and fancy-free, or you think that deep down, women who say that's what they want are essentially lonely and longing for babies. Whichever side of the road you're on, I'd like to introduce you to my creative baby, The American Spinster.

The rest of the content (the comic and more reviews) will be added over the next two weeks, with regular updates after that. I've never promised to update a blog on a schedule before, but I'm promising it now. T.A.S. isn't a progress report or marketing tool like my other two blogs. It's my dream made reality. I'm extremely proud of what it is (modest though it currently is) and what it will become.

So, if you can, take a second and check it out. You're the first people I've told. The news won't hit the rest of the internet until after the pictures are up. Thank you for reading, as always.


Tuesday, January 13, 2015

The Blogging Dead

No, I'm not really a zombie returned from (actual, physical, or emotional) death. Nor have I returned to working on We Are Seven projects, because I never stopped. Like any long-distance relationship with a BAD penpal, I simply stopped writing. Like a jerk.

But I'm writing again.

I don't know specifically why I stopped. I became overwhelmed and distracted (mostly distracted), not from W.A.S., but by it. Like a squirrel in the road deciding between eight different escape routes, I am often unsure about which path is best, and so I end up standing in the middle of the road (which, as we know, is certain death). And so, feeling like I had nothing worthy to say, I put the blog on the back burner.

"Really, Lils, no one actually listens to you on this god-forsaken blog. Give it up until you actually have an audience."
-Lilli Blackmore

 But, as the lovely Amanda Palmer very recently helped me realize (The Art of Asking - go read it), an audience isn't something that pops up like a ring of mushrooms after a rainstorm.

"Doodle-head, you can't wait until you have an audience to start writing worthwhile things. That's how you get an audience. Get back to your blog."
-Lilli Blackmore

I'm turning 29 in a few days. That means there's only one more year until 30. And although that's really an arbitrary number (as my brother pointed out, 30 only has more significance than 29 or 31 because we're on a base 10 counting system, so it intrinsically means nothing), culturally--and therefore mentally--it's a milestone. It's unofficially The Age By Which One Has Gotten Their Shit Together. If one has not gotten their shit at least mostly together by thirty, they can say goodbye to any hope of ever finding success as an adult.

It's easy to get distracted by important stuff that one is passionate about, but it's surprising to me how easy it is to be distracted from that by unimportant things that one is in no way passionate about.

When we're little, most of us are taught, directly and indirectly, that we can be whatever we want, the sky is the limit, etc. Then, sometime around high school, parents and other authority figures (usually the same ones who encouraged you to believe in your dreams as a young 'un), start to look at you with incredulity when you tell them you want to make puppets like Jim Henson or be a movie producer at Disney world. That's when the 'You need a real job,' talks start in earnest. Over the course of the next several years, these adults' admonitions gradually erode the pillars of your glorious aspirations, sanding them down to little nubs of suitable ambitions.

At least, that's my experience.

The problem is, you've been called. There's a vocation in your heart, and try as you may to push that calling into the 'suitable ambitions' that have been handed down to you, it won't fit. And so you are called "millennial," as though it is an insult. As though the blame is somehow on you for believing them in the first place when they commanded you to follow your dreams, believing them in the second place when they said, "No, sweetie, you need a real job," and for being born at a time when this sadistic ritual of parenthood came into vogue.

So you waver for a few years, moving sporadically between good jobs (if you're lucky), and non-real jobs (also, if lucky), never committing yourself fully to either vocation or suitable ambitions. You freeze, squirrel-like, in the face of oncoming disaster, with eight hundred thousand ways to avoid it all around, unable to decide which way is best.

Again, that's if you're like me. Some people have an admirable, beautiful sense of rebellion rooted down into their souls, so they never buy into any of that bullshit. But others are more easily cowed, and need a great deal of encouragement and persuasion to fully accept The Call.

When I turned 25, I was surprised. I didn't really think I'd make it that far. A quarter century. I was a quarter of a century old. That's when shit started to get real. I met my boyfriend, who was (and is) amazingly encouraging. He's also older than I am and has way more money than I do. So while he himself encouraged and inspired me to listen to The Call, my desire to 'keep up' with him in terms of money, status, and life situation, pulled me, adversely, toward the suitable ambitions. Without excuse, I wavered. For four years.

Well, now I'm turning 29. And something astonishing has happened: I really don't give a crap about what people say or think anymore. As Queen Elsa says;
"Fuck it all, fuck it all, I don't give a shit anymore!"

My life is likely about a third of the way over (much more if I die young in an accident), and I don't have time for this squirrel-in-the-road nonsense anymore. My priorities have landed in order, in proper perspective, and that means every single thing in my life that doesn't match up with my heeding The Call will simply have to go fuck itself.