The OblivionSpin Occasionally

I am only finishing up the 3rd issue now, so I guess I cannot confidently say I have a "way" or "method" of making the zines yet. Hell, even starting a sentence with "usually" seems a little odd, because again, the zine is just starting to take its first wibbly wobbly steps. So let's go with a semi scientific classification and say that early experiments suggest-  the first thing I do when I start an issue is make a big dumb document for all the content. If not multiple documents within a folder.  I pick and choose and cut a lot before I even make my first print out. Then I make a print out and do some laying out by hand. Then I go back to the computer. Then I go back to the scissors and glue stick.  then it's a mystery. I end up with weird blank pages due to layouts, sometimes I can pull in more content or collab for a spread. But when you have just one stray blank page what do you do with it? no idea. I did this.  I just started typing double spa...

Issue 3 has erupted across my living room floor. Erupted. And this is my favorite thing about the Oh Es Oh so far, it simply erupts. It comes into being the same way I draw a circle on paper, off kilter near circles whisping around and around until a confident darker circle emerges.  Issue 3 wobbled into being with the idea of time.  Time. Time like grains of sand. Sand in a Sieve.  Beaches I've been to. Painful memories. Diary entries.  Late summer diary entries. One of each from the last 8 years- because the journal purge of 2012 (which I swore never to commit again) makes that the mark of making marks. But what day did I write an entry and not miss a year? Because I didn't start journaling "daily" again until 2015 and even then some days I draw or novel or blog or... August 22nd. And what happened on August 22, 2012? [Spoilers] A squirrel died.  Rodents. The passage of time. Memory Tourist part 8 was about cheese in a maze... Passage of time. Rust. Rodents ...