Subtle Signals
It's another one of those mornings, where I think the forces are trying to tell me something. Anyone want to take a crack at interpretting it, please, I'd be interested to hear what you have to say.
I woke up this morning to the sound of screaming and crying. I heard a young girl somewhere outside the house very, very upset about something. I wasn't sure if I was really hearing it or not, but it didn't last long, and I couldn't hear it by the time I got out of bed. On the way to work this morning, I nearly hit an owl. It flew right in front of my jeep, and I had to swerve to prevent hitting it. About 1/2km up the highway, I had to do the same or hit a rabbit that ran out in front of me. Later, I barely saw a man darkly dressed on the side of the highway hitchhiking. He was dressed so darkly, I didn't see him until I was already driving past. Then is snowed for a bit, and eventually I made it to work. And tonight I'm going to Vegas.
Any idea?
There's a thought...
Ok, I'll
admit it. I'm obsessed. I'm
obsessed with writing, even though I never write anything and I'm obsessed with comics. Sitting through this
conclusion has taken me a while, but here's where I am today. I've been reading the massive stack of back issues I have that I haven't read yet, particularly Captain America, Avengers and Spectacular Spider-Man. These books have fallen apart over the last couple of years, and I've been spinning plot lines in my head to save them; to bring Cap back from the dead, to reunite the Avengers, saving Tony Stark, and finally to give Peter Parker a well deserved fresh start. I'm not really going to give away the details of the stories here, but the
gist of it is that Steve's in another body (see previous post), Tony and many others are
Skrulls, in the middle of a
Skrull invasion, and Peter and
MJ move to Philly.
In the last little while I've had a lot on my mind. My job here is just about done, looking ahead to where I want to work next and what I want to be doing (I actually have a couple options
opening up); the death of Mike
Wieringo, which
opened my eyes, I guess, to the humanity of the people that create the stories I love to read; the rebuilding of my relationship with Diane and my life in general. I think what I'm getting at is that there's a lot of crisis going on right now, and I'm looking for positive influences. I've spend sometime this morning looking up some of the writers and artist of the books I've been reading, Sal
Buscema, John
Buscema, Peter David specifically, and reading
a bit about who the people are. I found myself inspired, I guess. Once I get ideas like the story writing, or my ventures into puppet making, poetry, etc, I find I get overwhelmed by the
immensity of what I want to create, about what it is that I actually want to bring to the world. I just realized that once I get to know the people who have walked those paths, who are walking those paths, I get inspired. I realize that I can probably do it too, and it makes starting all the easier. It brings me back to "I create nothing, being merely a mimic", but at the same time, it makes me feel inspired, it fills me up with ideas and drive.
I think I want to be a comic book writer when I grow up.
