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This week has sucked a fat, monstrous, hairy one. The strange thing is I couldn't get angry because in between all the suckage, there were these short bursts of cool that sort of balanced out the suck in a zen, surfer kind of way.
But I digress.
So I originally came to just check my email, print out my script, and start on doing the paneling work...the part of the comic-making process that, had I thought it possible I would have hired homeless children to do it, terrifies me more than writing it or even more so than standing up and pitching the idea to a room full of people who's only experience in comics wear spandex and sport hardcore abilities.
If I had a super power, it would involve time.
Because I would go back and pay attention to the paneling process instead of staring vacantly at my paper and crying inside because I knew my idea was a little too far fetched to pitch successfully.
Fuck.
I need a little elf that sits on my shoulder and once in awhile just smacks the bejesus out of me when I come to a crucial point in conversation.
"Listen up, bitch!"
But as that elf has long since been tied up and thrown in a vat of piranha, I have to do some major online research so that I'm not completely lost.