Month: August 2015

Starting Over

Okay, maybe I do have one friend:  my 3-AR Studios business partner.  It’s just that we’d not talked in months.  So, with me sans family, I invited him over to dinner a couple of weeks ago.  Drinks, steaks, more drinks.  Then talk.

He talked about this vertical, scrolling format for webcomics he’d run across.  It got rid of the annoying page-turning, and also allows for a certain unique consistency and flow of story.  We went on to talk about ideas for content… hmmm.  What’s been on my mind recently?

Okay:  self-aware machines.  That’s a start, he said.  Go further:  turn it past eleven.  More drinks.  Okay, I replied:  vampire androids.  We talked more.  The next day, I started writing.

Below the fold, in WordPress’s usual hackneyed format, is the prologue of what I’m tentatively calling “Poisoned Hearts.”  If you like that, I’ve also added chapter one.  I’ve written chapter two and have notes for three.  That’s enough raw material for about three 30-‘page’ comics.  My colleague still has his own projects, but is making sketches.  Cat is cuter than I’d imagined her.  Lots of work detailing Christopher’s eyes.  Need to write more….

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Loser. I am.

Apologies for the utter dearth of posts.  I’m a rather uxorious person, and in the last month a cousin of my wife, along with his daughter, has been out visiting from Hungary.  That means  I’ve been alone for the last month.  No, really: I don’t have any friends anymore, either.  So, in my spare time, I’ve been drinking myself to death.

On of the nice things about working third shift is that you don’t have a sleep-time, just a series of naps.  That helps with the psychosis.

4th Book-wise, I have imagined so much!  Sylvia’s recruitment, her thoughts of error, her arrest – just as she is arresting the police chief of Albuquerque – Clive on the stern of the ‘Death Ship’ just before the Chinese orbital kinetic energy weapon….  I really need to find a reason to write all of this down.

In the mean time, here’s one of the triggers for my first novel.  Really!.