There are so many projects I’m trying to work on.  I want to finish coloring the latest AFTERDEAD episode.  I want to continue working on A Little Death. And I’m still trying to come around to finding the time or the focus for a prose novel.

I’m still not sure what to do with that.  I want to write something I really care about, because that’s  how to keep rolling, but these days all I care about or feel sorry for is animals in a human world, or trying to stay on the planet in the most sustainable way possible, or possible for me.

Watching a lot of old movies lately, I’ve seen how the way to make the big bucks is to steal the entire plot of some terrible old B-movie or genre and write with no concern or respect for anything or anybody, including native cultures.

Jaws — book and movie — is just The Monster That Conquered The World, scene for scene. The X Files is just Space Invaders or others of its ilk, without the beehive ‘dos. The authors didn’t even try to rewrite the ideas, they just lifted the plots wholesale.  In either case, it was the actors that made the property really work.

Speaking of native cultures, these Arab guys aren’t so much people of the middle east as all my relatives — the schills of the planet.  We’d sell seagulls to the Mormons if we could figure out how.