Monday, May 17, 2010

...In simpler times...start now, continued later.

In days when chewing on your toes, speaking complete gibberish, that delighted mom and dad, your biggest concern was... Well, you had no concerns. You were 12 months old and your world consisted of food, sleep, gobs of attention, more food and sleep.

I'm obsessed with...

I'm a bit obsessed. I have assessed the situation. Weighed the pro's and con's, pondered the ramifications of my obsession, and have come, quite happily to the conclusion, that I am once again obsessed with comic books.

My uncle, the first raconteur (before I even knew what one was), I'd ever known, introduced me to comic books. They were a source of fantasy, adventure, and belief that you should always do they right thing.

So, as I embark on a journey, down a new, but at the same time old, path of storytelling. I delight in the prspect of learning a new way to tell a story. Comic books fueled my imagination, and now they'll serve as a new creative outlet. One I actually started down a long time ago, but as one is prone to do, when faced with something new and daunting, you freeze. I'm now thawed, and completely excited about creating my own book.

Ok, thats it for now. This scattered and poorly written entry was brought to by the makers of Day Job" and "Best friend Phonecalls".