Tuesday, June 20

The Long Road to Nowhere...

NOW that In the Still of the Night is done I can write about what I wanted to write about back when I wrapped up The Long Road to Nowhere.

The Long Road to Nowhere was originally concieved as a 30 page strip, top to tails, culminating with the infinate canvas "In the Still of the Night". In fact I was working (operative word "was") on both The Long Road and Night simultaniously.

So, the plan was, a full comic book (30 pages) and then, while everyone is basking in the afterglow of a month and a half of non-stop page after page of story goodness...you get pimpsmacked across the face with what is essentially another 30 pages of story.

Why? I donno, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

And then my world went a little wonky right around the start of March. Then it got really wonky around the 15th....and then I discovered that being a fiance' takes up a damned lot of time. Picking out cakes, and trying to find the perfect ring, and getting joint checking accounts set up. Doing the "family" thing with a whole new set of relatives, tracking down old friends to be able to send them an invite...and, just in general, being there for my fiance'...showing off my culinary skills, working out household chores, balancing our checking accounts...making time to actually go out and enjoy the city we live in...

...you know...that whole "Relationship" thing...it takes a lot out of a guy.

And that's why I had to draw things out...that's why I had to fill.

I COULD have wrapped up this story line a month ago. Perhaps I SHOULD have and just published "Night" in installments.

But I really didn't want to do that. In fact, I got rather pissy at myself for having to break it up like I did.

I guess, that's what you'ld call "life". I do tend to bite off a bit more then I can chew, and I also seem to take it rather personally when I find out that I cant take on the world single handed.

Well, it's a bit of an adjustment finding out that you're not realy Superman.

Anyway, again, I'm not terribly happy with the fact that I had to "fill" and I will be adjusting it. I already know that...how, or when, or in what way...I have no idea. But this story, from about 3 pages after they got into the bath-tub, bothers me...because I KNOW how it's suppost to go, and it falls short.

And I'm anal about things like that. So it will wind up being changed for future generations to look at and go "HOLEY CRAP...DID YOU SEE THAT...30 straight pages, AND an infinate canvas...HOOOOOLEEEE SHIT!"

Because I'm a bastard, and that's what we do. We pimpsmack the world into being a better place by not giving a half assed effort.

Peace Out