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Creative Process: Kody Chamberlain’s Sweets

By | September 9th, 2010
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A lot of readers often wonder: what does it take to bring a comic from script to the final product? While every creator is different in their process, there is a lot of uniformity in the process. With Kody Chamberlain’s Sweets being one of our favorite new books of the year, all of us at Multiversity were curious: what is his process?

We’ve got a special treat for you all, as after the jump we have a look at Chamberlain’s scripts, thumbnails, lettered thumbnails and final pages for issue one, pages seven, eight and nine of Sweets. It was a real treat to take a look at this, and thanks to Kody for sharing with us.

PAGE 7

Jeff, a thin black man in his 40’s, sits patiently in a leather chair.

                      JEFF
         Curt’s daughter died three weeks ago. Now he’s looking at a divorce?

         If you take this job…

Lieutenant Palmer gives Jeff an evil stare.

                       LIEUTENANT PALMER
          Have you met our Mayor, Jeff?

                       JEFF
          Sir?

                       LIEUTENANT PALMER
          The Mayor.

          Have you met him?

He sips his coffee again.

                       JEFF
          Yes.

          I’ve met the Mayor.

Lieutenant Palmer sits on the edge of his desk, looking down at Jeff.

                       LIEUTENANT PALMER
         Have you noticed his ties?

                       JEFF
         Ties?

                       LIEUTENANT PALMER
         Neck ties.

                       JEFF
         No, Sir.

          I haven’t noticed his neck ties.

                       LIEUTENANT PALMER
         They’re very nice.

Lieutenant Palmer holds up his plain blue tie.

                       LIEUTENANT PALMER
          Mine are cheap. The cheaper the better.

          But the Mayor? He buys expensive SILK ties.

          Probably imported.

                       JEFF
         Sir, I…

                       LIEUTENANT PALMER
         Quiet.

PAGE 8

Lieutenant Palmer points to the newspaper headline about the dead priest.

                       LIEUTENANT PALMER
          Father Domingue wasn’t just the sixth victim. He was a prominent member of this             community.

          Our Mayor attended his service every Sunday. Did you know that?

                       JEFF
          No, Sir.

          I didn’t.

Lieutenant Palmer looks Jeff in the eyes, staring him down.

                       LIEUTENANT PALMER
          Just a few short hours ago, our Mayor strapped one of his expensive silk ties                   around my balls.

          And it hurts, Jeff.

          It hurts real bad.

Lieutenant Palmer’s coffee is steaming hot.

                        JEFF
          With all due respect, Lieutenant, this is bullshit.

Continued below

                        LIEUTENANT PALMER
          Is it?

                        JEFF
          Curt’s closed more cases than anyone in this building.

                        LIEUTENANT PALMER
          That’s not the issue.

          The issue is, Curt Delatte is a stubborn mother fucker.

He puts his coffee cup on the desk.

                        LIEUTENANT PALMER
          He hasn’t picked up the phone in three weeks.

          You expect me to keep him on the payroll?

          Fuck that.

PAGE 9

Lieutenant Palmer shrugs.

                         LIEUTENANT PALMER
           I’m not the asshole here, Jeff.

                         JEFF
           Please, Lieutenant, give me a chance to bring him in.

           Lieutenant Palmer walks toward his office door.

                         LIEUTENANT PALMER
           You want to bring him in?

           Fine.

           Bring him in.

                         JEFF
           And you’ll withdraw the termination?

Lieutenant Palmer turns to face Jeff.

                         LIEUTENANT PALMER
           Get him in here TODAY and I’ll delay the termination.

                         JEFF
           But, Sir…

                         LIEUTENANT PALMER
           One knot at a time, Jeff.

Lieutenant Palmer holds open the office door, his way of asking Jeff to leave.

                         LIEUTENANT PALMER
           Curt is your headache now, not mine.

           If I smell alcohol anywhere near that man, my sweatshop tie goes around YOUR              balls.

                         JEFF
           Thank you, Sir.


David Harper

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