So, it never ends, huh? One of the things I hate the most about how I write is that I just keep coming up with ideas, and in running around trying to track them all down, I achieve as much as a dog chasing his tail. Or is it his tale?

Nyuck, nyuck, nyuck, nyuck.

I was at the bar last night, in the midst of tremendous weather and storms and such, watching basketball when an idea I’d been kicking around a while came a’knockin and I found myself asking for a pen and was scribbling ideas down in my trusty little notebook. Of course, I had to retranslate them this afternoon into things more legible, but I think I’ve got something going on. I had originally planned on doing this thing as a screenplay, but after some thought, I think graphic novel is more appropriate. I’m trying not to think about the problems inherent with doing a graphic novel (chief of which being “no artist”), and instead focusing on the work.

Of course, there’s the problem. Stop everything I’m doing and focus on this instead? I suppose any writing is worthwhile, but what happens when I jump to something else, and then something, and then something else. I guess the best way would be to just put this thing to bed.

We’ll see how that goes…

Jotting down nonsense, I remain…