After coming up with a slice of pure fucking 21st century mystical-hero comics gold on the subway en route to my shameful temp job this afterlunch, something has become clear to me… I don’t have time for all the brain-dribbles these days. I am excreting, dripping in idea-fluids that are only ever more potent. I feel like an arrow-root frog of the Amazon.
What to do? It’s a matter of getting people together, where the energies/ideas can be corralled and turned into piles and piles of realized stories. How? Not a fucking clue. A friend of mine drunkenly asked me a few weeks ago if I was down to get a studio together at some point, and I think that may just be a stomp in the right direction.
I’ve been holed up in the No AC Studio lately, writing a story for a licensed-prop pitch and sending another special secret project out to an editor; gonna be less vague when the time is right, but it feels like things are aligning right now.
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