Status Report!

Well, if we're talking about right at this exact moment, I'm pretty tired. Looking out the window it would appear as though the office will be open tomorrow, not what I wanted at all, but its beautiful. There are intermittent flakes that appear in street light beams and uninterrupted albino snakes tracing branches. Then again, I'm not spending too much time looking out the window, unless you're calling a monitor a window...which it is in certain senses...hmm. Regardless, I had a burst of creativity/excitement/
ideas as I read. Since Henry dropped off a copy of the Hidden Words of Baha'u'llah from the library in the basement of the Baha'i National Center I've decided not only to read it in search of great imagery and story ideas but I want to just read it. Get through the entire thing, reading each Hidden Word at least twice to attempt to grasp everything that's going on. I won't, as is Their nature, but I'm trying. As step in the right direction indeed. Anyway, that burst of creativity has lead me to attempt to finish this short comic I've been working on for...about three or four months now. An idea that I really liked back then and am loving now that I had some consultation with Henry on some ideas and possible new directions. Its forcing its way out of my head and, right now with this short break, I'm preventing its unleashment. Its beginning to hurt my head a little. So, I'll get back to it. I should probably find a way to write more in this thing, at least once a day as I had before preventing depression and sadness and prompting happiness and introspection. Those were good times.

More later!

For now...here's some of what I'm working on right now. It's for a comic, so its mostly just overall plot points as the thing doesn't have any dialogue. All action, no speaking! At least fourteen explosions! ...so, that's not true at all. Here's the thingy:

"It’s four years later and our girl sits in a stark, white examination room in a blue gown on an examination table. She’s hunched over and you can see her spin. She’s fairly emotionless, hoping not to anticipate or over think anything. She’s gripping the table tightly. On the chair next to the table there sits her clothing, tossed out of frustration, and her purse, a stuffed horse’s head sticking out."