I seem to be blogging more than I do in my other blogs, I have two others, and I really should get my arse in gear and carry on with them, but well, I am sure I will soon.
Went comic shopping today, picked up my usual bunch and some more, my others haven't come in yet,so lots more to come. Managed to pick up some Demo by Brian Wood and Becky Cloonan, so I am looking forward to reading them.
I wrote another couple of pages last night. It seems I am always going back to my same old roots. I guess I have some demons to vent. But, it seems to be a more mature look at what I was writing when I was 18 and single. Then it used to be a vent about how "single" I was, and not it seems to have evolved into finding your place in the world. How your friends move on and you don't. I've some how tagged it what it felt like when I came home from Uni after living away, how hard it is to connect with people, and how hard it is to reconnect with the changing world that somehow morphed when you were away.
It's bizarre, before I went away all those years ago I thought I had it sorted, but now, even though I have been home for 6 years, it's still the same, plodding along looking for some form of reason. It's this growing up thing, it's the "adult" world, a world that I should be living in but don't quite suit.
I went away wanting to make films, I came back lost and studied art for a year, pissed around for a bit, went back to Uni and came out wanting to be a writer. I know I will never manage to be that great film maker, but that's why I enjoy writing, why I am enjoying writing a comic, you are the film maker, the difference being, you have the control.
I think so far it will be just a one shot, it's coming at around 19 pages so far, and I am intrigued to see how far the story can go before it needs to stop. I don't want to keep writing knowing that it should have ended panels ago. We'll see.
