Oh hey look, there’s me. Sometimes I miss being a giant, semi-animated eye. A lot of my early comics work was highly improvisational, with no clear plan from one week to the next about where I was going or where I was going to end up. Some series, like The Rule Of Death, slowly aggregated enough plot over time that a clear direction became apparent for me to steer towards. Other series, like the Journals here, remained pretty seat-of-the-pants right up to the very end.
43. Sunday Ad Infinitum ~ 5
Transcript
Week 39: Sunday
Me: Morning Nile.
Nile: I was wondering when you were going to show up.
Me: Thought I should wait till you were on your own again. Didn’t want to go and give Spooky another heart attack.
Week 39: Sunday
Nile: And Ignatz would have some rather awkward questions, wouldn’t he?
Me: Mm. I see you’ve stopped your little introductory narration-thing.
Nile: Didn’t seem much point under the circumstances. When are you writing this from, anyway?
Me: Friday afternoon. Almost six weeks from now.
Nile: I see. And I don’t suppose you’re planning to tell me what all this is about?
Week 39: Sunday
Me: Well I’d like to, of course. The problem is that I don’t know yet myself.
Nile: Oh good. I just love it when you improvise.
Me: It’ll work out, Nile. Trust me.
Nile: Sure.
Nile: Don’t I always?
