Most everyone I know knows me as a writer and poet, one who’s been writing all his life, declining other pleasures and work, to focus on his writing.
At the end of 2013, that all changed radically. I started painting. I painted incessantly, from morning to night, day after day.
Not having a real job has, in fact, its benefits.
Over time, I built up a significant body of work, which can be seen at:
A month ago, however, I began work on a comic strip. I started with its two main characters, two cops in a guttersnipe world, and finished an episode.
Then a second, third, fifteenth, twentieth episode – until I finally wrote:
It needed revising, of course, and I revised and rewrote, and am close to finishing.
What started as a 15-page episode is now a 250 page script.
Once the written script is completed, what to do?
I ought to illustrate one episode at a time, but this first script has already spawned a second part with characters to develop, subplots to expand, questions to answer.
If only I had infinite time…