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Sep. 20th, 2009 06:46 pmI have a suspicion that comics have moved ahead and I have been left behind. The standard of drawing, and especially of finishing, seems scarily high these days.
I am having serious conceptual problems with Ricky Attanasio. The two stories I am working on use him almost as an excuse; the one is centred on his family, and their marriage links, the other on the discovery of a novel piece of magic and the introduction of a central character. The trouble is that, never having had children of my own, I am not very good at conceiving childish escapades and adventures. But on the other hand, if I just go for the easy option and write things that are comparatively easy for me, such as adult conflicts and magical bizarreness, I will be dodging the challenge I set myself.
I hope I live long enough to see the overthrow of the despicable legal authorization to murder the old and the sick (a.k.a. "right to die") that Britain's scum-on-top have just delivered,, and to see the jails filled with those who tried to encourage elderly and infirm burdens-on-society to hop it. Murder is murder, and the more despicable the more helpless the victim. Like babies, the old and the sick ought to rouse the protective feelings of a sane country, not a lust to put them out of our misery.
I am having serious conceptual problems with Ricky Attanasio. The two stories I am working on use him almost as an excuse; the one is centred on his family, and their marriage links, the other on the discovery of a novel piece of magic and the introduction of a central character. The trouble is that, never having had children of my own, I am not very good at conceiving childish escapades and adventures. But on the other hand, if I just go for the easy option and write things that are comparatively easy for me, such as adult conflicts and magical bizarreness, I will be dodging the challenge I set myself.
I hope I live long enough to see the overthrow of the despicable legal authorization to murder the old and the sick (a.k.a. "right to die") that Britain's scum-on-top have just delivered,, and to see the jails filled with those who tried to encourage elderly and infirm burdens-on-society to hop it. Murder is murder, and the more despicable the more helpless the victim. Like babies, the old and the sick ought to rouse the protective feelings of a sane country, not a lust to put them out of our misery.
