I used to hate days like that. But for some reason, they’ve been infrequent and happen hardly ever anymore. If I can’t find the inspiration, I generally noodle around with writing until something forms or a walk clears my head.
I also don’t have trouble sleeping.
I have craploads to be thankful for, believe me, I know it.
It’s like needing to hear the last note of a musical phrase, to walk up to a chess game and seeing the obvious conclusion — it’s so hard not to point it out (although I would still probably have the self-control Bruno isn’t exhibiting here)..
I used to believe strongly that force could make writing come out. And later I realized it was just one more method to getting writing going, and once it’s going, something usually comes of it.
It’s fun to mock friends, until real feelings get involved. Hm. Maybe it’s not very fun to mock friends, not like it used to be.
Sigh. Getting old.
It was an easy gag, but I must admit, the one time I was there when movers were moving an apartment’s contents, they were very nice and didn’t break a thing.
I imagine it can be hard to be okay with the logic of God when it’s the ones YOU love who are being turned into pillars of salt. Being agnostic, I don’t think about it much anymore.
I think part of the inspiration for this strip was my own religious separation. I’ve been agnostic since about 6th grade (through my own thought processes) although at that point I did not have the word for it. But I still had this fear of Hell. It was reading William Blake’s “The Marriage of Heaven and Hell” which lead me to realize that Hell is a Christian concept, and so isn’t necessarily something to fear at all.
Ah, funny funny life.
Anyhow, I have a bit of a hard time letting others take care of me, which is also an inspiration for this strip.
I always loved “What’s Up Doc?” That, and people who say to-the-point comments which I feel get to the quick of things.












