They’ve said, they still say, and they’ll continue to say that a person should never write themselves and their friends into their webcomic (they being the authors of How To Make Webcomics (it’s a really fantastic book, by the way)).  Well, if devilsbiscuit is going to be about anything, it is going to be about learning lessons the hard way.  The reason why, they go on to say, is that it restrains, for lack of a better word, the creative process.  Unless an artist just so happens to be the most honest or the most malevolent of fucks around, what he’s doomed to write, to create, and to present are lifeless cardboard cutouts.  I’d like to say we’ve avoided this, but I can’t help but feel there lies within these two characters some unseen potential.  Fully developed with all kinds of flaws accentuating all kinds of redeeming qualities.  So far we have abstained and, I specifically, will relentlessly continue to abstain from releasing our characters names in print if only to keep the smallest amount of ourselves divorced from our characters.  It is important, I think, to maintain some seperation.  It is a difficult thing to maintain while these guys look like us, talk like us, and do a lot of the same things we do.  Why this week’s comic just so happens to be the two of us acting out a conversation we had.  That is, a little while back Pete and I were eating some where with some friends, as we some times do.  In the conversations that came to be Pete came up with using a butter knife as a placebo for an epi pen.  Jeff never carries one, and, despite this, we always make jokes about tricking him into eating peanuts.  Should he come in contact during that dinner, we had him covered.  Pete and I both agreed, hey, that’ll make for a good comic then set off to do so.  On our own.  As we often do.  Which is another thing I’d like to talk about.  That being an invisible, i hope, disconnect that sometimes emerges in our strips.  I won’t say that creating three panels is a terribly difficult task.  I will, however, say that it does require a great amount of precision.  How our comic is created goes a little like this.  We meet at the beginning of the week, drop our comic idea onto a white board, then meet at the end of the week to put the comic together on the pc.  We talk back and forth as often as we can to try and reach cohesion in the seven days between, but the most of our work is done at the beginning and at the end.  We both show up on that day with two pieces of the comic.  Some of the time those pieces don’t fit as well as they maybe should.  I’m not placing blame, just saying that it happens.  The end of this week was one of those.  There I was, dead line looming and I was still struggling to come up with Pete’s dialog in the second or so exchange between he and I.  This was by no means as last minute as it might sound.  I had, in fact, spent the entire week prior trying and trying to come up with a really great quip for Pete to say.  He’s all about those witty remarks.  Here’s what I had:  

grey: oh, man, jeff is dyin’. 
red:  looks like it. 
grey:  what do we do? 
red:  not stab him with an epi pen, because who would carry one of those around?
grey:  is he going to die?  red:  not if i can help it!

I faltered on the fourth line.  Let’s be honest here.  It’s not very good.  It’s barely pete like.  It’s pete light at best.  Worst yet, I couldn’t just have a cool line like “watch him die” because pete also had to set up the second panel and explain the premise of our joke.  After a while we figured we couldn’t do it and instead landed on jeff desperately trying to alert us of his situation.  The published dialog is cut from, “i accidentally ate a peanut somehow and now i’m dying of a fucking allergy attack and i don’t carry an epi pen on me because they’re too expensive.”  Unfortunately there was just no room to fit all that into the first panel, not to mention there also had to be a conversation between Pete and I.  Also, i think someone once said something about brevity that we may be adhering to.  What I was saying, or trying to say up top, was that here I am struggling to mimic Pete as best as I can, but, man, what did I come up with?  Seven days wherein I could have published two strips.  As soon as we figured out what was going on in this one the next two came to me like water off a duck’s back.  We’re seventy comics in, and I’m just now learning that maybe I shouldn’t be writing Pete.  Nor should I be writing my interpretation of Pete.  I must maintain the seperation between our characters and ourselves.  It’s one thing to borrow from reality, it’s another thing to try and copy it.  What I am creating here in imitation is by no means the worst thing.  I don’t mean to imply that it is.  It’s just not the best thing.

Yet. :O