neumie

I have too many ideas for my own good. I'm halfway done with writing my slice of life/horror comic (called Welcome to Baron City), when I have an idea for a guy who's super power is to make amazing comics. I'm halfway through drawing that comic (called The Secret History of Comics) when I get a new idea while driving to work. It's a futuristic sci fi story about street gangs that race decommissioned Battle suits. Think The Fast and the Furious meet Gundam.

I suppose it could be worse, I could have REAL problems, like whitewidow. I wish I could give her a hug.