January 13th, 2004

flavored with age

In dreams, I walk (to the bank) with you

I've been kicking around this neat (read: SUPER CRAZY MARKETABLE) idea for a comic lately. Actually, it started out as a neat idea for a TV show, but I like to aim real, real low. And I had gotten as far as working out the characters, the tone, the plot arc, and so on, but not as far as actually writing scripts or anything (a problem I'm trying to solve for the other comic idea I'm working on), when I went to bed last night and had...a dream.

The dream was an advertising campaign for this comic. And it was so. Fucking. Great. If this idea happened, it would make me a billion dollars. Or, rather, the equivalent of a billion dollars for a comic book writer, which I assume is about three hundred bucks and free passes to ComiCon.

Now all I have to do is write the scripts, find an artists, and get someone to publish it! Easy.

going off to drink poison