Talk of Circadian Rhythm

After a year long hiatus, I've decided to jump back into writing the rest of my Daysleepers comic book project. The year was spent working on my X-Men fan fiction stories, which were a fun experiment and writing exercise. Also, I think that writing for The Comic Addiction and interviewing people within the comic book industry may have afforded me a few connections that I might be able to exploit.

I posted on the CA forum that I was looking for an artist, but I haven't had any bites. Interestingly enough, Robert, the original artist, contacted me yesterday with an image of a freshly finished page seven. He says he's still interested and that he's been really busy with other projects. I would total write the guy off if it wasn't for the fact that his work is so good.

I guess the best thing I can do is just finish the script for the rest of the issues (I'm planning the opening arc to be five issues), and see where he's at when I'm done. In the meantime, I think I'm going to set up a blog for Daysleepers where I'll post the pencils and the corresponding script pages. This way the work is "published" and might make potential publishers more comfortable about looking at it.

I've got the roots of another series buzzing around my head, too (calling it Dirty Bomb at the moment just to have something to call it). It's a different world than Daysleepers and my attempt at coming up with some sort of superpower based series. It involves such fun topics as terrorism, religious freedoms, collective living, airline disaster, dirty bombs, and possibly time travel mechanics.

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.

Coming Attractions

The artist on the comic book I'm writing came up with this catchy little banner:






Every new piece of art makes me more and more excited about this project.