Hey, it’s that guy!

There’s something difficult about getting back into a script that you stopped working on and thinking about several months ago.

Some say it’s best to write something else in the hopes that you’re pulled back into the thought process that possessed you before, drove you to the writing of such a thing, but that doesn’t seem to be working too well.  Seriously, where did you go story?  I had you firmly stuck in my brain for three months, had conversations and meetings about where things were going, and now nothing.  Then again, this was the same story that has had two different artists linked to it, so far, and has gone no further then this perpetually gestating, chubby baby.  I mean, it was gestating until I took that there break.

Whatever, at least I’m getting some work done, I suppose.  I’m proud of myself, if nothing else, for getting back to this.

…wait…wait…this old guy sitting in front of me…he’s it!  Thank you for being awkward, sir.  You’ve helped me more then you know.  Also, your wrist brace makes me wonder about carpal tunnel in bloggers…also, stop chew on your headphone cord.