So last night I was chillin’ at Mississippi Pizza Pub* with the fam, my friend Suzanne and her husband Howard. Suzanne is a writer, formerly a lawyer; a comic book and SF fan; and an all-around swell geeky kind of person. And the conversation turned, as it is wont to turn wherever two are gathered together in geekdom’s name, to comics.
I told Suzanne and Howard about my nascent-yet-languishing comic project, "Living Dead Girl." (Brand-spanking-new two-sentence description: "It’s about a young woman living in a crummy old apartment in Portland,
working at a boring barista job and coping with the stresses of
romance, family and housemates. Oh, and she’s a zombie, and her
housemates are, respectively, a pirate and a ninja.") They seemed to think it sounded nice. We talked about comics and comic book stores and the upcoming Stumptown Comics Fest.
Then, this morning, I saw a posting on craigslist from someone looking for writers who would like to be included in a "talent pool" of local comic artists & writers looking to produce fine indie stuff. Heck yeah, I would! Might be just the kick in the butt I need to finish the first issue’s script, yes?
So I e-mailed this fellow, and am hoping very much to hear back…
*Portland Spelling Bee, Round Two! Ding ding! Guess who spelled "iridaceous" correctly and came home with a fine new $20 gift certificate? I should’ve asked if they had any shirts in a size that fits me, ‘cos my original shirt looks rather like a burqa on me.