Sooo, I've been drinking...

...which I do a lot of in the evening. The older I get, the more I drink. I will say though, things always seem clearer with a couple of drinks in you.

I probably shouldn't drink and blog, but what the hell, right?

This pertains to my blog post from this morning. I've always wanted to write comics. As a matter of fact, I have written a few.

They're just in a folder on my computer.

For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to write comics. It's just...now I'm thinking comics aren't right for me. At least, not at the moment.

Trying to write the comic I've been working on - I think it's slowly killing me.

Comics are a different format than other mediums. Characters speak in small word balloons. Two sentences is a long speech. And the problem I'm running into? I love dialogue.

I love words. I like to hear people speak. I love to hear prose roll off the tongue for as long as it can (well, at least until it gets boring).

In movie scripts, you're NOT SUPPOSED TO  have your character give long talks.

...but you can.

Woody Allen did it.

Quentin Tarantino did it (and still does it).

Shit - Shakespeare did it.

You just can't really do it in comics.

I mean, you can, but you have to do it in the right way.

Maybe I just don't know how to right comics yet.

I hate that thought. I'd love to have an artist I could collaborate with...create with...learn with...

I'm just thinking I'd better go back to other forms of writing for now.

I hate walking away from a project. HATE-HATE-HATE IT!!!!

It's a good comic story I've been working on. I KNOW it's great.

It's just not time yet, I guess.

In some ways, it's funny that I'm so eager to be a comic writer. They get paid and treated like shit most of the time. It's a hard life that rarely pays off.

I just love comics.

Someday, comics. Someday.

Now, back to movies!