Sometimes it is fun to have an image tell a story. In this case, as well, it tells a backstory explaining a comment, which means there is length and time, all to this one snapshot.
It’s fun to write sweet dopey characters like Martin or Randall (although Randall definitely matured in ways over the run of the strip).
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.