Writing, writing, writing.

I dunno, I like to look at this blog as partly therapy for myself, a way to work out my emotions and ideas. So please indulge me for a moment, if you will.

As you readers know, this site is all about the comic. I made a goal (WAAAY back in 2009) to make a career creating comics and I have worked towards that these last two years. But I also have aspirations to be a fiction writer (the booky kind, not the drawy kind). There are times when I vacillate between these two aspirations. Creating comics and writing prose are two very different disciplines (though closely related). It takes a lot of time to hone artistic skills (be it drawing or writing). I wish I had limitless hours to devote to both.

I try to pepper the blog with some of my stories, but to be honest, I have not real plan for what I want to do with them. It’s easy to (eventually) scoop up all the comics and publish them in a book. I hope to do that one day. But what about all these scattered stories and narratives? I would like to publish them. I would like to publish my manuscript which has been sitting around since 2008. I would like to write new books about Algerbane and the world of Maora. I would like to eat a bathtub full of ice cream. What am I to do?

I guess I’m saying I need a clear plan for my prose. Right now I have notebooks full of scraps of stories, much like random sketches, half drawn then forgotten. I’m not sure what to do with them. Should I go back and try to salvage them? Stitch them together to form a greater, larger, Frankenstein of a story?

Looking at them like sketches puts it int0 perspective a tad. Knowing that not every word I write will be a masterpiece, but does help me grow as a writer, is a good thing. One day I’ll have a clear path for my prose, and an army of words ready to fill a book.

The tub of ice cream, though, will have to wait.