I wonder sometimes why I try to write fiction. I’m not one of those people who needs to do it or go insane. What I hate though is looking over what I’ve written and seeing it filled with boring crappy words instead of wowee popping great words. And recently when I’ve hit the Ugh I hate describing things stage my mind has turned to comics and how then the only words people will see is the dialogue. I can sometimes write snappy dialogue. It’s much easier for me to write in the way a person talks (or at least an affected version of same) so dialogue is the shit I love doing.
This all comes up because I went back to a story I’ve been working on and it’s just bothering me. It would be so much easier to do it as a script. Apart from all that getting an artist stuff. I got so pissed off at that story today I could only write a couple of pages in it before I went to sketch out another Machine of Death submission involving a gunrunner in undisclosed Asian mountains.
Oh, I’ve also updated the Stacksburg blog with Saturday’s happenings, including a few pictures.necromunda