Ted Forth: In His Own Words (Part the Two), Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Not everything written for comic strips makes it into print. People–discerning, diplomatic people who sign my paychecks–often intervene, editing those panels that may be best left to the sketchpad than the newspaper. And when it comes to Sally Forth, those very panels always seem to involve Ted.

And so as I sit bleary eyed at my writing table–which also serves as my coffee table, my dinner table and my “good cry” table–trying to determine which ideas are fit for public consumption and which are faint cries for help from a psyche that now just shrugs whenever I use copious hanging thread so I can enjoy flocks of rubber duckies in the shower (I point them in one direction in the winter, the other in the spring so I can exclaim, “You’ve come back to The Ces!”), I present to you another collection of unpublished Ted Forth musings.