I've been outside only once in the past...what? The past week? I lose track.
I've never made a secret of the fact that I dislike writing. But there are the aspects of writing that I dislike, and then there are the aspects of writing I very, very much dislike. I very much dislike writing comics. And every time I quit, I swear I'm never going to do it again.
I'm not entirely sure I can explain. I mean, yes, I can explain. Were you sitting here, I could explain it to you quite well. But I'm not entirely awake, and one-on-one conversation and being articulate in the LJ are two different beasts. Largely, it's about constraints. My voice is hugely constrained in comics. But it's also about tedium. On a good day when writing comics, I may spend as much of 75% of my time describing panels for authors. Not writing, just trying to get the artist – whom I likely never will meet in person – to understand precisely what I mean, so that she or he can draw it. That's not writing.
So far, Alabaster: The Good, the Bad, and the Bird has proven spectacularly tedious. I'm taken it apart and started over three times now. And I'm not much more than halfway through the first of five issues.
This isn't writing.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Two items in particular: an ARC for Cherry Bomb (which comes with a monster doodle, the first I've offered in over a year) and the very first copy of Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart that we've ever offered. Both come with a free Alabaster "Because Bird" pin.
Now, back to work
Doing This Thing Instead,