Up Against the Wall

I've been really bad about not posting here on a regular basis. Comic Addiction has been monopolizing my writing "talents" as of late. I'm not complaining; it's been a lot of fun and I'm working with a great group of folks. I've even been involved in a couple of the site's podcasts, too (which is featuring intro and outro music by my beloved band, Old Man). In addition, I'm also attempting to write another comic book script. This time my focus is on an underused '80s property owned by one of the Big Two. I think I've got a great story idea and a solid handle on the characters. I wouldn't waste my time making a pitch to a major unless I thought it was really good.

No new developments on the my other comic book project: Daysleepers. The first six pages have been completely pencilled and two of those have been inked. They look great, but I can't help but get impatient at times. I want to have something to show some publishers in November at the Mid Ohio Comic Con.

Old Man is going to audition a new drummer soon. A young woman has expressed interest in playing with us, so we're going to give her a try. I hope she works out, because I'd like to play some shows, again. I'd also like to get moving on getting the record out. All we need to do is package it and mass produce it. Sure, it'll cost some money, but I think it'll be worth it. It sounds really, really good and I think people will really respond to it.

It feels like I'm in a constant state of "almost there" with all these projects. I'm not about to pile blame on anybody that I'm working with. Every person I'm collaborating with is a vital part of the experience and the end result would suffer without their involvement. I also don't want to come off as being pushy. Maybe I'm not pulling my weight. Maybe I'm expecting too much. I don't know. Erg. I just need to relax, I guess, but I'm too excited about this stuff. When I'm working on Old Man or Daysleepers or Comic Addiction, I feel like I'm actually doing something with my life. I'm not curing cancer or anything, but I'm getting a ton of self-gratification. That's not a bad thing is it?

This is where growing up Catholic sometimes really fucks with you.