I got a line of dialogue stuck in my head during my shower the other evening. Got out, toweled off, tucked myself into bed and the line was still there.* All I could do was grab a notebook and write it down.
Then that led to another line. And another. And a couple sparse notes of description. And the next thing I knew, I had the first scene of a comic book script, and it occurred to me:
I haven't done any writing for which I'm not getting paid** in a long, long time. That means nothing creative, nothing unusual, nothing non-mercenary. Including this blog. And perhaps my life might be slightly the poorer for it.
So... yeah, spammers be damned! I have deleted your ridiculous weight loss/sex aid comments and am returning to the fray, standard held high, eyes a-blazing! Huzzah, or something!
* In case you want to know, it's "Not much left here. A bone; a bone; a paring. Let's be gone."
** Except for my work for CK Media, for which I'm supposed to be getting paid but from which I haven't seen a check since December. Ha ha! Giant stumbling corporation failing to pay its reliable freelance drone; it is to laugh!