good morning everyone! it's almost ten here in denver. i'm anxiously awaiting brett's arrival (brett is the cowriter on 1 of 2 fledgling comic book titles). we decided it might be better to work in the morning, when we're fresh. of course, he generally sleeps until one o'clock, so i don't know how fresh he'll be. but, the alternative is being pickled, which we usually end up being when we work in the evening.
this book of ours is tentatively called"ix", as in the number nine. it has everything i could want in a comic book. a brooding antihero who wants nothing more than to be left alone to wander the earth. a maniacal cult driven by a for power and world domination, fueled by their fanatical devotion to a centuries-old ancient religion.
wait, it also has hot chicks. did i leave that part out?- read more
well its friday. wife at work. my 3 oldest are at their original dad's house. the little one is here somewhere. "i'm going to watch wonka" she says. "can i come?" i ask. "no. you like the scary one. i like this one." by this she means that i prefer the gene wilder version, and since she is not watching that one, i don't get to come along. so i let her have her way. "i'll be in my office," i say. "bring me a drink." that's the response i get. i was hoping for something like "i'll miss you" but no such luck.
so now i'm downstairs. it's too early for the x-box, and the novel in my head is on vacation (4 pages in, 196 to go). i could bake something. i could index some of this pile of books here by my foot. i could email my parents some pictures from the holiday.
i'll be right back, i'm going to pour myself a drink...- read more
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