Recently, The New Yorker magazine published its list of young writers to watch, the much-blogged about 20 Under 40. As if in reply, the National Book Foundation announced their own, marginally younger, ranking: 5 Under 35. And Granta has been publishing British and American young writer lists like this since the 80s, but made a change this past year when it brought out its “Best Young Spanish-Language Novelists” issue. The youngest writer in that group is twenty-nine years old.

Sometimes I draw comics that are gross. Or perverse. Or inappropriate. Or perversely inappropriate. Sometimes they’re satirical, or irreverant, or silly. Sometimes I just want to draw a pun. And sometimes… well, sometimes I want to draw something mindlessly cute.

Listen kid, I’ve been in this business since 1927. You don’t publish 400 Hardy Boys books and not learn a little something about the writing game. The only person who’s been at this thing as long as I have is Carolynn Keene and if you’ve ever read one of her Nancy Drew mysteries you know what a no-talent hack she is. But I digress. You wanna learn how to be a writer. And what with all these overpriced liberal arts schools crapping out second-rate writers left and right these days, you’re not alone. You’re gonna need a leg up.

In the near future, I will be taking a trip to Canada, a mystical land filled with meese and rhetorical questions. Seeing as how I haven’t traveled abroad since Karl Malone got his shorts in a twist when he found out he’d have to share the same space as Magic Johnson, my passport has long

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Okay. This one was pretty fun to do.

The original plan for this comic was to show a series of women that Winslow had gone on one date with, before giving him some excuse as to why they couldn’t see him again. I sketched out the comic and added in the script. The women were all essentially torsos without faces at that point. Before I finished them, I thought, “Wouldn’t it be funny to make each of these one-time-only dates actual people?”