I am a Crazy-Person. No. You have no idea. I really mean it this time. I am actually INSANE.
So, I picked up a guy at the comic book shop today. My mother asked what this meant when I told her. "You took him back to your place?" she asked.
Let me spread it out for you in a nutshell, so there's no confusion. I did NOT take him back to my place. I got caught up in a conversation in the comic book shop, with this guy, some other customers, and the guy who works there. As I was leaving, the guy (he'll have a name in a moment, don't worry) was also leaving.
"Sorry you got caught up in that," he said.
"Oh it's no problem. I don't mind," I said sincerely. I glanced over at him and saw that he was carrying a small wisp of a comic book bag. I should perhaps mention that it was a big week, and I left with ten comic books. Don't judge.
"Oh my gosh! You bought nothing! Did you SEE my stack?" I blurted out, before I could stop. He laughed and said something about being very picky about what he reads. I told him that I had only been reading comic books for a little over a year, so I was reading absolutely everything just to get a handle on exactly what it is I like. This has seemed to me to be the best way to choose what I read. I try a little of this, a little of that; I stick with the things I like, and drop the ones I don't. Unfortunately, more things have stuck than dropped...
Anyway.
We were nearing the end of the block and he paused to hold out his hand.
"I'm Steve."
"Julia."
We shook.
"Well, I'm going this way," I said, starting to turn.
"Actually, so am I," he replied. You're a clever one, aren't you? I thought. Then: Oh smeg, now if I don't keep talking we'll have that awkward walking-in-the-same-direction-but-not-actually-with-each-other thing. Out of desperation, I kept talking.
We walked and talked this way for several blocks. I just kept asking question after question to keep from awkward silence. Every time I would turn to go a different direction he would follow.
"I'm on break right now, so I'm actually just meandering. Do you mind? If you do, I'll go my own way," he said at one such turn.
"I don't mind. You can meander beside me all you like," I replied. Did I say that?
It turns out he's a comic book artist. An actual, real-live, professional artist. He drew a graphic novel that is being published by RandomHouse.
This is what I mean about the universe conspiring to put me on a path. I mean, what are the odds??
OK, true: he was in a comic book shop. But still.
Now the trouble comes with me messing up what the universe has handed me. A lot of times I think I get set on a path and I immediately take a U-turn because I get scared.
I mentioned that I was working on writing a comic book. But was too embarrassed to share any of it with him (see above RE: U-turn). What if he thinks it's cliche? What if it IS cliche?
I asked what his art was like, and he asked if I'd like to see some sometime.
"Sure."
There was awkward silence. It was the sort of stunned silence of a guy who has just asked a girl something that he expected her to say a polite 'no' to, but got a 'sure' instead.
"Uh...when?" he asked, once he'd remembered how to speak.
I, being a crazy person, immediately panicked, and didn't want to set a date. It felt too locked in, I could already feel the choke-hold of commitment around my neck.
"Oh, I don't know...when are you free?" I asked.
He started listing off a bunch of days, then said something about his family planning a huge event, blah blah blah.
"Tell you what, why don't you call me when you're free," I cut him off. He floundered for a moment, looking rather like a fish out of water.
"I'll need something from you for that to happen," he once again regained the power of speech.
I gave him my number.
And now I am FREAKING OUT!!!!!
What have I gotten myself into? I am now obligated, out of common courtesy, to answer the phone when he calls! If I don't, I'll have to start going into Manhattan to get my comic books, because I sure as heck couldn't show my face at my regular haunt anymore.
What is wrong with me? Why is this making me feel so anxious?
Here's the thing: I enjoyed talking with Steve. He seems like a genuinely nice guy who has a lot of similar interests to me. But I'm not sure I felt that spark. You know the one. However, I've been thinking that I need to increase my circle of friends a little, and there's NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING FRIENDS WITH STEVE. I had to put that in capital letters so I would read it and believe it. Now, there was some flirting, and I have no doubt that he'd like to be more than friends, but he also wasn't completely fawning all over me. We were just talking, getting to know each other, so I don't think he'll be crushed if when he calls I tell him I really just want to hang out and not date. That's allowed, right?
Oh my gosh, this makes me so nervous.
I am FREAKING OUT!
Oh, dear. I have more issues than a lifetime comic book collector. Ba-doom CHING!
OK, I'm breathing. I feel calm. Collected. Not freaked out. The real freak out will come when he calls.
'Till then, I'm going to try not to think about it.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
The Ballad of Bruce Wayne
At last! I have a new video to show you! I slaved over it, so I expect praise that's high in quantity and quality. Just kidding.
Anyway, it was sort of inspired by what is happening in the Batman comics right now, which is a storyline called Batman RIP. It hasn't finished yet, so I don't know if Batman is going to die, but right now he's gone completely round the twist (as my sister would say), and is running around Gotham in a purple suit claiming that he is the Batman of Zur-En-Arrh! Whatever that means. And he's having conversations with dead people, and just generally acting like a loon. Something was leaked at the San Diego Comic-Con that the next storyline in Batman was going to be called Battle for the Cowl, so basically someone OTHER than Bruce Wayne is going to be Batman. Then, after that, (something that was announced, not leaked) will be an arc written by Neil Gaiman, one of the greatest science fiction/horror/fantasy writers of all time, called Whatever Happened to the Caped Crusader. It's an exciting time to be a Batman fan.
Now, do I really believe they're going to replace Bruce Wayne? No. Not really. There was a long run back in 1993 where Batman's back was broken, he chose someone to take up the mantle for a while. Of course, the guy he chose went insane and Bruce eventually had to fight to regain the title of Batman, but, hey, it's a tough job, and not everyone is mentally equipped. So there was basically an entire year where Bruce Wayne was not Batman. But a permanent change? I don't think so. The fans would revolt. Anyway, I only wanted to say a little something about it as a preface to the video, but you know me and comics: once I get started, it's hard to shut me up.
The song I used is called the Ballad of Barry Allen by Jim's Big Ego. For those of you who don't know, Barry Allen was/is the Flash. (He died, but recently came back to life. It's all very confusing, so I won't go into it.) I know, I know, it's rather perverse of me to make a video about Batman to a song about the Flash, but the more I listened to the lyrics, the more I thought it fit Bruce more than Barry.
So, without further ado, I give you The Ballad of Bruce Wayne:
Anyway, it was sort of inspired by what is happening in the Batman comics right now, which is a storyline called Batman RIP. It hasn't finished yet, so I don't know if Batman is going to die, but right now he's gone completely round the twist (as my sister would say), and is running around Gotham in a purple suit claiming that he is the Batman of Zur-En-Arrh! Whatever that means. And he's having conversations with dead people, and just generally acting like a loon. Something was leaked at the San Diego Comic-Con that the next storyline in Batman was going to be called Battle for the Cowl, so basically someone OTHER than Bruce Wayne is going to be Batman. Then, after that, (something that was announced, not leaked) will be an arc written by Neil Gaiman, one of the greatest science fiction/horror/fantasy writers of all time, called Whatever Happened to the Caped Crusader. It's an exciting time to be a Batman fan.
Now, do I really believe they're going to replace Bruce Wayne? No. Not really. There was a long run back in 1993 where Batman's back was broken, he chose someone to take up the mantle for a while. Of course, the guy he chose went insane and Bruce eventually had to fight to regain the title of Batman, but, hey, it's a tough job, and not everyone is mentally equipped. So there was basically an entire year where Bruce Wayne was not Batman. But a permanent change? I don't think so. The fans would revolt. Anyway, I only wanted to say a little something about it as a preface to the video, but you know me and comics: once I get started, it's hard to shut me up.
The song I used is called the Ballad of Barry Allen by Jim's Big Ego. For those of you who don't know, Barry Allen was/is the Flash. (He died, but recently came back to life. It's all very confusing, so I won't go into it.) I know, I know, it's rather perverse of me to make a video about Batman to a song about the Flash, but the more I listened to the lyrics, the more I thought it fit Bruce more than Barry.
So, without further ado, I give you The Ballad of Bruce Wayne:
Monday, August 25, 2008
Cinnamon Rolls and Donuts
Well, I wrote a whole entry that I just deleted. Trust me, you didn't want to read it anyway. It was just some whiny talk about feelings ooooooh feelings.
Basically, I was feeling down, again; and now I'm over it, again.
And now I have nothing to say.
Awkward.
So, you know when you're depressed, you can do some stupid things? Last Saturday night, I bought a box of cinnamon rolls. I had two this morning, and I'm thinking I might cap the day off with a third. I heat them in the microwave for 25 seconds. Ohmygosh. Delicious.
I almost went to Penn Station for Krispy Kreme donuts, but being depressed also makes you lazy, so I didn't.
I have to say, I am really sick of this funk I'm in. I think I need to have a big cry. Maybe I'll re-read Deathly Hallows, that would probably do it. Or I could watch Immortal Beloved, that always makes me sob. Have you seen that move? Depressing. But in a cathartic way.
Or I could clean my room. I always think better with a clean room, and there's something soothing about the act of cleaning it.
OK, another sucky entry. Sorry guys, you deserve better.
Jules
Basically, I was feeling down, again; and now I'm over it, again.
And now I have nothing to say.
Awkward.
So, you know when you're depressed, you can do some stupid things? Last Saturday night, I bought a box of cinnamon rolls. I had two this morning, and I'm thinking I might cap the day off with a third. I heat them in the microwave for 25 seconds. Ohmygosh. Delicious.
I almost went to Penn Station for Krispy Kreme donuts, but being depressed also makes you lazy, so I didn't.
I have to say, I am really sick of this funk I'm in. I think I need to have a big cry. Maybe I'll re-read Deathly Hallows, that would probably do it. Or I could watch Immortal Beloved, that always makes me sob. Have you seen that move? Depressing. But in a cathartic way.
Or I could clean my room. I always think better with a clean room, and there's something soothing about the act of cleaning it.
OK, another sucky entry. Sorry guys, you deserve better.
Jules
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Olympic Fever
The time I usually spend blogging has recently been eaten and chewed upon by the Olympics. Don't you just love them?! I do. I have no idea from where this obsession came. I don't even particularly like sports. In fact, there aren't any other sports that I'll just sit down and watch. And yet.
That music starts to play...Buuum Buuuum bu-dum-bum-bum-bum Bum-bum Bu-dum Bum-bum-bum Bu-da-dum-bum-buuum...and my heart swells. And then there are the stories. Oh my gosh the stories!
"We drove our daughter 5000 miles every morning at the crack of dawn, just so she could practice at the best gym."
I feel for these people, no matter what country they're representing. My heart broke for Diego Hypolito of Brazil when he fell on his final tumbling pass for the floor exercise. He was the best chance for Brazil to win it's first medal in gymnastics and he was crushed. From halfway around the world, I gave him a mental hug and a pat on the back.
And then there's Michael Phelps, who just kept winning one gold medal after another, and I cheered him on the whole way, often shouting at the screen, and waving my arms as though I could somehow propel him forward through sheer force of will.
There's so much drama and majesty to these games, and I eat up every second. So, naturally, I've been lax in getting other things done.
Also, my Mom came for a (short) visit and we crammed as much as we could in the few days she was here. We went shopping, saw a show, talked endlessly, and loved every second of it.
And then she left and I dipped into a bit of a funk, but distracted myself with watching the teeny tiny little girls go bouncing all around the gym in Beijing. Boing Boing BING! They're just so little! Some of them take so long to actually land because they get caught in a draft on the way down and just sort of hover for a minute. Who me? Exaggerate? Never.
Gah. And now I'm trying to slog my way through this blog, and it's not really working. Every sentence is draaaaaagged out of me...
So, I'm going to call it a night.
Hopefully I'll be better soon.
Jules
That music starts to play...Buuum Buuuum bu-dum-bum-bum-bum Bum-bum Bu-dum Bum-bum-bum Bu-da-dum-bum-buuum...and my heart swells. And then there are the stories. Oh my gosh the stories!
"We drove our daughter 5000 miles every morning at the crack of dawn, just so she could practice at the best gym."
I feel for these people, no matter what country they're representing. My heart broke for Diego Hypolito of Brazil when he fell on his final tumbling pass for the floor exercise. He was the best chance for Brazil to win it's first medal in gymnastics and he was crushed. From halfway around the world, I gave him a mental hug and a pat on the back.
And then there's Michael Phelps, who just kept winning one gold medal after another, and I cheered him on the whole way, often shouting at the screen, and waving my arms as though I could somehow propel him forward through sheer force of will.
There's so much drama and majesty to these games, and I eat up every second. So, naturally, I've been lax in getting other things done.
Also, my Mom came for a (short) visit and we crammed as much as we could in the few days she was here. We went shopping, saw a show, talked endlessly, and loved every second of it.
And then she left and I dipped into a bit of a funk, but distracted myself with watching the teeny tiny little girls go bouncing all around the gym in Beijing. Boing Boing BING! They're just so little! Some of them take so long to actually land because they get caught in a draft on the way down and just sort of hover for a minute. Who me? Exaggerate? Never.
Gah. And now I'm trying to slog my way through this blog, and it's not really working. Every sentence is draaaaaagged out of me...
So, I'm going to call it a night.
Hopefully I'll be better soon.
Jules
Friday, August 8, 2008
Coffee High
"Posts for August?" Jenna asks. Yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' to it!
I've been....procrastinating. I could lie, but you all know the truth anyway. And now, even though I have sat down to post a little something, I actually don't have time because I have to leave for work in about 10 minutes. It was all carefully planned by my subconscious. Devious little thing, isn't it?
I just got back from the beach! My roommate, Rachel, and our friend Maria, who is visiting from Argentina, decided to go to Coney Island and lay in the sun. It was lovely. They're still there, but I had to skedaddle because I have work at 3. Still, anytime spent in a place that is not work or the "batcave" is good. I think I may have even gotten a tan! I certainly have tan lines. So, I did the world a favor, because my white legs were starting to blind people on the street. I've seen it happen, it's not pretty. They scream and their eyes explode and drip gruesomely down their cheeks. Raise your hand if "Eww".
Whew! That second coffee really has me going now! I think I'll go run ten miles! Wow. I am seriously bouncing off the walls here, and I really have to go!
Must. Sell. Clothing. And. Handbags.
OK, I'm going now, but I will try to post more often. I was working on that video I told you about, several weeks ago, and that took up my blogging-time. It's really cool, though, and I can't wait for you guys to see it. Hopefully it will be done soon.
Later!
Jules
I've been....procrastinating. I could lie, but you all know the truth anyway. And now, even though I have sat down to post a little something, I actually don't have time because I have to leave for work in about 10 minutes. It was all carefully planned by my subconscious. Devious little thing, isn't it?
I just got back from the beach! My roommate, Rachel, and our friend Maria, who is visiting from Argentina, decided to go to Coney Island and lay in the sun. It was lovely. They're still there, but I had to skedaddle because I have work at 3. Still, anytime spent in a place that is not work or the "batcave" is good. I think I may have even gotten a tan! I certainly have tan lines. So, I did the world a favor, because my white legs were starting to blind people on the street. I've seen it happen, it's not pretty. They scream and their eyes explode and drip gruesomely down their cheeks. Raise your hand if "Eww".
Whew! That second coffee really has me going now! I think I'll go run ten miles! Wow. I am seriously bouncing off the walls here, and I really have to go!
Must. Sell. Clothing. And. Handbags.
OK, I'm going now, but I will try to post more often. I was working on that video I told you about, several weeks ago, and that took up my blogging-time. It's really cool, though, and I can't wait for you guys to see it. Hopefully it will be done soon.
Later!
Jules
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Bollocks!
See, I just get lost in what I'm writing, and I forget Very Important Things.
Anony One. I have read your survey three times, and I still have no idea. Please tell me. Please? Pretty pretty please with sugar on top?
And: Oooooooh! Check it out! There are 15 entries for July, that's more than any of the other months! See how much better I am at updating? Be pleased.
Anony One. I have read your survey three times, and I still have no idea. Please tell me. Please? Pretty pretty please with sugar on top?
And: Oooooooh! Check it out! There are 15 entries for July, that's more than any of the other months! See how much better I am at updating? Be pleased.
Universe, Meet Julia
Grrr. So, this was supposed to be Prince Charming vs. The Beast: Round Two. And HOPEFULLY I'll get to that eventually. But right now, I am so consumed by this comic book idea, that I can't actually think about anything else right now.
Oh my gosh, you guys, you have NO idea how excited I am about this!
It's the sort of comic book that I would like to read, so hopefully other people will like it as well. For my most recent birthday I received The DC Comics Guide to Writing Comics, from my sister's girlfriend. (She told me it was actually my sister's idea, so big Thank You to both of you!!) This has provided me with the essentials of how to write a comic book. Mostly, it helped with the structure, and gave me ideas about layout and how to get the most out of your artist.
Artist. I think I've talked before about my fabulous stick figures. My idea is to get some scripts written, then put an add on craigslist asking for a comic book artist who doesn't mind that I can't pay very much. Hopefully, I'll find someone who is trying to get into the industry, and is interested in collaborating on a story, and getting it published. Everything I've heard says that the big companies don't accept solicitations, but that there are many avenues for self-publishing, and if you have something that is finished, which you can just hand to them and say, "hey, I did this," they will look at you much more seriously. And if I want to be a professional writer, I'm going to need to rein in those run-on sentences. They just get away from me sometimes.
Did I say "professional writer"? OK, this doesn't mean that I want to give up acting, because it's still a passion, and as soon as my agent gets back (he's out of town) I fully intend on meeting with him and working up a strategy and some goals for the future of my acting career. However, I've decided that I'm going to put energy into BOTH pursuits. I feel invigorated by this new idea that maybe I have talent in a couple different areas, and there's no law that says I can only have one career. I've wanted to be an actor for so long, I think I sort of blocked everything else out. I didn't want to see that there might be other possibilities because I thought that it would tempt me into taking the easy* way out. And maybe it would have. Maybe if I had realized how important writing was to me sooner, I never would have come to NYC and studied at AMDA. And then I never would have met Phil, who got me into comic books in the first place.
Everything happens for a reason, and if you keep yourself open to what the universe is telling you, things will fall into place.
That's how most of my life has happened, so far. I feel like when I shut down and refuse to see what is happening around me, that's how I miss stuff and get caught in a rut. But when I stop, open my eyes and really look, everything becomes clear. Of course, hindsight is always 20/20, but, do me a favor: try it.
Think about where you are in your life right now. How did you get there? What choices did you make along the way? How much of it was out of your hands? I know, for me, there have been things that happened which altered my life forever, over which I had no control. Hurricane Katrina, to name one. Here was this terrible disaster that turned my life upside down. And now look at the choices you made after whatever act of Fate occurred to you. I made the choice to go to NY and study at AMDA. Something that I was going to do after I graduated anyway, so who knows what would have happened. The point is, I made a choice. A Really-Bad-Thing happened, as they do in life, but I didn't let it make me helpless. Well, I did for a bit. I was in a bad place after that, unsure of my future, of what direction I should take next. And then I took control.
There are some things you just can't do anything about, and you need to know that, but you can't let it rule your life. You have to remember that this is your life, not Fate's, and you have control.
There I go with my preaching again. Do you find that I preach too much on this blog? I do. I'll try to keep it down.
What was I talking about? Right. We think that these things are random, that we go from place to place with no rhyme or reason, but if you look back, you can see the patterns. Some of you will call this God. And maybe it is; I really don't know. But I tend to think we make our own futures. We are beings of energy, positively bursting with the power to affect the world around us. And I believe that the energy we send out is what we'll get back. So if we're negative, saying that "bad things happen to me all the time, and there's nothing I can do about it," then that is exactly what will happen. And you will spend your life as a miserable person, blaming everyone else for your misfortunes. But if you believe that people are generally good, that you are capable and strong and in control of your destiny, then it will be so. There I go again....not two seconds after I promised to stop!
Anyway, I had to go to UNO to meet Kathleen. I have no doubts about that. I had to make friends with Phil so that he could introduce me to comics at the very moment that I was most ready for it. I had always been interested before, I just needed that extra little push. And it just happened that at that very moment, Countdown was beginning. A perfect book to start me off. Jenna began her blog, which sparked the idea that maybe I could do the same. This got me to practice writing more often, and got me used to people reading and responding to my writing. My Mom has supported me every step of the way, always offering that little bit of encouragement, and reminding me that I am intelligent and strong (good genes!) and can accomplish anything I put my mind too. Heck, my sister got me interested in writing in the first place! She's always been a great story-teller, and I guess I wanted to be one too. I remember her writing stories and I thought it was the coolest thing EVER! The idea that you could MAKE UP your OWN story?? Brilliant! (That, and she lent me Arkham Asylum, which I believe was actually my Very First Comic.)
And now, all these elements have come together in this idea I've had.
I actually have to pee, I'm so excited about this idea! That, or the iced coffee I had earlier has worked it's way through my system. Be right back.
Ahh, better.
So, do you want to hear about this comic book?
Jules
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*"Easy" being a relative term. I mean, writing isn't exactly an easier profession than acting.**
**Ooooooh! My first foot-note...isn't it exciting?!
Oh my gosh, you guys, you have NO idea how excited I am about this!
It's the sort of comic book that I would like to read, so hopefully other people will like it as well. For my most recent birthday I received The DC Comics Guide to Writing Comics, from my sister's girlfriend. (She told me it was actually my sister's idea, so big Thank You to both of you!!) This has provided me with the essentials of how to write a comic book. Mostly, it helped with the structure, and gave me ideas about layout and how to get the most out of your artist.
Artist. I think I've talked before about my fabulous stick figures. My idea is to get some scripts written, then put an add on craigslist asking for a comic book artist who doesn't mind that I can't pay very much. Hopefully, I'll find someone who is trying to get into the industry, and is interested in collaborating on a story, and getting it published. Everything I've heard says that the big companies don't accept solicitations, but that there are many avenues for self-publishing, and if you have something that is finished, which you can just hand to them and say, "hey, I did this," they will look at you much more seriously. And if I want to be a professional writer, I'm going to need to rein in those run-on sentences. They just get away from me sometimes.
Did I say "professional writer"? OK, this doesn't mean that I want to give up acting, because it's still a passion, and as soon as my agent gets back (he's out of town) I fully intend on meeting with him and working up a strategy and some goals for the future of my acting career. However, I've decided that I'm going to put energy into BOTH pursuits. I feel invigorated by this new idea that maybe I have talent in a couple different areas, and there's no law that says I can only have one career. I've wanted to be an actor for so long, I think I sort of blocked everything else out. I didn't want to see that there might be other possibilities because I thought that it would tempt me into taking the easy* way out. And maybe it would have. Maybe if I had realized how important writing was to me sooner, I never would have come to NYC and studied at AMDA. And then I never would have met Phil, who got me into comic books in the first place.
Everything happens for a reason, and if you keep yourself open to what the universe is telling you, things will fall into place.
That's how most of my life has happened, so far. I feel like when I shut down and refuse to see what is happening around me, that's how I miss stuff and get caught in a rut. But when I stop, open my eyes and really look, everything becomes clear. Of course, hindsight is always 20/20, but, do me a favor: try it.
Think about where you are in your life right now. How did you get there? What choices did you make along the way? How much of it was out of your hands? I know, for me, there have been things that happened which altered my life forever, over which I had no control. Hurricane Katrina, to name one. Here was this terrible disaster that turned my life upside down. And now look at the choices you made after whatever act of Fate occurred to you. I made the choice to go to NY and study at AMDA. Something that I was going to do after I graduated anyway, so who knows what would have happened. The point is, I made a choice. A Really-Bad-Thing happened, as they do in life, but I didn't let it make me helpless. Well, I did for a bit. I was in a bad place after that, unsure of my future, of what direction I should take next. And then I took control.
There are some things you just can't do anything about, and you need to know that, but you can't let it rule your life. You have to remember that this is your life, not Fate's, and you have control.
There I go with my preaching again. Do you find that I preach too much on this blog? I do. I'll try to keep it down.
What was I talking about? Right. We think that these things are random, that we go from place to place with no rhyme or reason, but if you look back, you can see the patterns. Some of you will call this God. And maybe it is; I really don't know. But I tend to think we make our own futures. We are beings of energy, positively bursting with the power to affect the world around us. And I believe that the energy we send out is what we'll get back. So if we're negative, saying that "bad things happen to me all the time, and there's nothing I can do about it," then that is exactly what will happen. And you will spend your life as a miserable person, blaming everyone else for your misfortunes. But if you believe that people are generally good, that you are capable and strong and in control of your destiny, then it will be so. There I go again....not two seconds after I promised to stop!
Anyway, I had to go to UNO to meet Kathleen. I have no doubts about that. I had to make friends with Phil so that he could introduce me to comics at the very moment that I was most ready for it. I had always been interested before, I just needed that extra little push. And it just happened that at that very moment, Countdown was beginning. A perfect book to start me off. Jenna began her blog, which sparked the idea that maybe I could do the same. This got me to practice writing more often, and got me used to people reading and responding to my writing. My Mom has supported me every step of the way, always offering that little bit of encouragement, and reminding me that I am intelligent and strong (good genes!) and can accomplish anything I put my mind too. Heck, my sister got me interested in writing in the first place! She's always been a great story-teller, and I guess I wanted to be one too. I remember her writing stories and I thought it was the coolest thing EVER! The idea that you could MAKE UP your OWN story?? Brilliant! (That, and she lent me Arkham Asylum, which I believe was actually my Very First Comic.)
And now, all these elements have come together in this idea I've had.
I actually have to pee, I'm so excited about this idea! That, or the iced coffee I had earlier has worked it's way through my system. Be right back.
Ahh, better.
So, do you want to hear about this comic book?
Jules
___________________________________________________________________
*"Easy" being a relative term. I mean, writing isn't exactly an easier profession than acting.**
**Ooooooh! My first foot-note...isn't it exciting?!
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