Words On the Run

Dang, I just had a pretty good idea for a vampire story. Weird, because I don't generally like vampire stories. It must be an interesting job right now, being a graphic artist for the fantasy section of the bookstore: once, you were collecting Vallejo paintings of mostly-naked barbarians; now, you're taking mood-lit photos of women in leather, vinyl, and pointy dental appliances.

Anyway, this is the third or fourth fairly decent story idea I've had in a month. Maybe I could pull a McCartney and mash them all into one finished project. I certainly hope it's a sign that my creativity is fighting free from the coma it's keeps slipping into.

Speaking of comas, I felt like the walking undead this morning. Suddenly, I'm kinda feeling better. Creativity: my anti-drug.