Writing came slowly yesterday--it felt like a chess game, as I carefully thought about each panel before making my move, so to speak. I thought about each moment from every character's angle, weighed what would be natural for him or her to say, what would be interesting at the same time, and if I needed them to say something uninteresting, was the ultimate goal worth it? I find I need to be a lot more economical with comics than with prose--I'm aiming for twenty-four pages here, which in itself shall be a difficult thing to accomplish by October 31. There's just not the kind of room you get with prose, especially since, for whatever reason, I never feel comfortable giving the characters thought bubbles or narration squares. I love reading them in Frank Miller comics, but for some reason I find them unwieldy.
Anyway, it's probably well that I feel like I can finish this script up to-day. But before that, kids, Uncle Setsuled's got more slides from vacation in his Second Life (no, not the one with the other wife and kids in Tucson).
I finally bought some Lindan dollars--the in-world currency. I bought about ten American dollars worth, and I've already blown just about all of it, mostly on silly random things.
Presenting Sir Lehagvoi Setsuko, Jedi Knight in Her Majesty's Navy;
Earlier, I'd been using my lightsabre to menace a lame little Christmas area. Here I am pondering some gingerbread men who escaped my wrath. This is after a lady in charge of the area IMed me; "Put the weapon away immediately."
Here I am dressed as Boromir, standing atop New Babbage's famed Ogdred Weary House;
Here I'm relaxing, watching a burlesque show in a Gotham City night club;
After all that, I still had time for a fine day at the Paleozoic Museum;