Moving Blog

Hello there!

I’ve bought my own domain, and am moving all these posts to that website. From now on you can find me at TheJessicaMaybury.Com. Classy I know.

I’ll now be updating solely there, but I’ll leave this here as an archive. An internet bread crumb trail if you will…

Reading Comics in the 21st Century

For most people, reading comics means flipping through the physical pages of a printed comic book, all slick and glossy and perfect.

Sometimes this is even precluded by a jaunt to your favourite local comic books store (my personal favourite comics book store is The Big Bang, in Dumdrum, Dublin, Ireland. Also that other shop that used to be in Crow Lane in Temple Bar that two men seemingly lived in and smelled weird).

Most people aren’t, however, this girl who likes comics. Cue the world’s tiniest violin playing the world’s saddest song.

Why not?

I’m an English-speaker in a non-English-speaking country, that’s why. Things are just fine so long as I want to read some Suske and Wiske or De Rode RidderI can get them in their native language. English, though? Maybe if I went to a big city, but certainly not in the small town I live in.

So I take my English-language comics any way I can get them, thanks; PDFs, CBRs, apps, feeds, webcomics, you name it, I’m there.

Most of the comics I read are PDFs that come in through my email from indie creators, webcomic aesthetes, zine addicts… and publishing houses such as Dark Horse Comics and Image Comics alike.

What apps, I hear you ask. What apps are good apps for reading comics.

In no uncertain order:

  • Tapastic. Our reading list is public, so feel free to have a browse
  • Stela as well; it’s exciting and new and sexy and A+ will scroll again
  • iComix, an iPhone app – it allows you to easily read formats like PDFs and cbrs on your phone with no hassle at all and honestly has made our lives (my life) so much better. It even connects to dropbox so you can store your comics there and download them to your phone whenever you feel like it
  • Comixology. Goes without saying
  • Feedly. On any given day there are at least 250 unread updates on Feedly from webcomics that I subscribe to. Am I subscribed to yours? I dunno, tweet me and let’s find out. Do I read webcomics on a daily basis? Of course. Who doesn’t, right?

Am I missing anything out here? What do you think? Leave me a comment and let me know of any service or app or METHOD OF READING FREAKEN COMICS that I haven’t listed here, and I promise I’ll give it a try.

A caveat

Please, however, do not suggest this site because I don’t want to have my eyeballs burned out of my head by graphics and lights just yet, thanks.


Please note: this blog post first appeared on Girls Like Comics.

Mine Anthology: Kickstarter Planning Begins

Mine Anthology has a web page (check it out)! It’ll be our information place pre-during and post-kickstarter 🙂

What’s Mine Anthology, you ask?


It’s Karen Harte and my project to change Ireland forever by supporting theAbortion Rights Campaign in repealing the 8th amendment to the Irish Constitution.

The Eighth Amendment of the Constitution of Ireland introduced a constitutional ban on abortion by recognizing a right to life of an unborn child. It was effected by the Eighth Amendment of the Constitution Act, 1983, which was approved by referendum on 7 September 1983 and signed into law on the 7 October of the same year. – Wikipedia

I’ll be looking to you, dearest family and friends, for help and support during the Kickstarter – expect a lot of exhilarated/exhausted posts! I’ll be sharing all of my research and insights with you along the way. This will be my third Kickstarter and I’m hoping to make it the best one yet!

Karen and I have both been planning away and there’s going to be an awesome animated video (courtesy of Karen, illustrator and graphic designer extraordinaire) and perhaps a FORWARD by a person we’re both huge fans of *fingers crossed*.

If you have any tips out there in the blogosphere, please leave them in the comments below!

Oh and you can follow Mine Anthology on Twitter for news and behind-the-scenes peeks.

On Having to Write Vs Getting to Write

I am taking up my Journal again after a long break. I think it may be a way of calming this nervous excitement that has been worrying me for so long. — Eugène Delacroix

Nervous excitement is right, Eugène. I’ve been staring at this word processor for about half an hour, feeling the pressure mounting in my head to the point where I can’t write anything at all. To paraphrase Ted Hughes, I feel like a statue of a woman writing instead of the real thing.

I feel like I have to write.

I haven’t written since Tuesday and I don’t know what to write about now and I’m stressing out to the max.

I want to go on with the short story I’ve started, the Bee Farm. I think that’s something that could turn out to be really good.

But I don’t know where to go next or really remember what happened last (without re-reading it). Surely that’s a bad sign.

Maybe writing shouldn’t ever be something that I feel like I have to do. It’s okay; I have a day job. I am not relying on writing to feed or clothe myself.

Thank fuck.

I wonder if I’m going to get that Irish Arts Council grant. Then I’ll have to work on the dieselpunk Irish War of Independence novel that I told them I’d write if they funded me.

And I have no idea what to do with that or where to go with that either.

Is not the poet bound to write his own biography? Is there any other work for him but a good journal? We do not wish to know how his imaginary hero, but how he, the actual hero, lived from day to day. — Henry David Thoreau

Maybe I can’t write because my brain is running around in the past or the future or that awful what if realm. What if I never publish anything again? What will that make me?

Maybe I should use Headspace. Or do the hoovering. Or go for a walk with the dog. That’ll clear my mind, and then I’ll be able to write.


Except I won’t. I’ll just find more stuff to heap in-between myself and the act of writing.

Does this count as writing?

I keep starting at the word count rising steadily and thinking that I’m a hack; that this doesn’t count as writing; that at best this is journaling and we all know what I think about that (verbose masturbation).

Although maybe keeping a journal does count as something. I Googled benefits of keeping a journal and found some links which I’ll share below.

This is yet another thing that I’m piling between myself and my writing.

Beckett wrote something to that effect in one of his plays I think. The things we use to distract ourselves from the dark meaninglessness of existence.

I’m nearly at 500 words already. I think perhaps this does count as writing. I’m easing myself back into that world where my characters live, like stepping into a warm bath.

I keep touching the cut on my elbow, feeling the hurt, and then not wanting to touch it again before, yes, touching it again.

Maybe writing and not writing is like that.