A few years ago I had an idea for a novel. It was an epic sci-fi post-apocalyptic time travel story that – done the way I had originally imagined – would have taken at least a few hundred pages. However, I was already knee deep into my work on AGARA and the thought of diving into another huge project was not appealing. Well, that and the fact that I’d long given up on the idea of writing prose fiction. Why? I don’t know. Confidence, maybe.Really though, it had a lot to do with my own mental state at the time. Constant panic attacks are not good for big projects. Especially ones that necessitate a lengthy revising process.
So I decided to make an experiment of it and challenge myself to distill it down to its most essential elements and tell the story as quick as possible. The result was an 11 page future-shocker comic somewhat reminiscent of Golden Age adventure comics of the 1930s and 40s. It wound up being printed in a British anthology but -until now- never made its way onto the internet.
Maybe one day I’ll go back and flesh it out. Make it something more substantial. In the mean time, here it is.
I write stuff. Working on a novel. Working on a degree. Working on a life.