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Stretching and warming up is always important. I once ran a half marathon and I stretched heaps beforehand. I ran the entire thing, didn’t stop (also didn’t take a drink, but the drink stations are a notorious time waster, I loaded up pre-race) and got to the end a tired but happy man. I grabbed a Gatorade and walked to where my bag was, When I stopped my quads just seized up like someone had their hands under my skin and was playing the piany on my frayed sinewy tendons and muscles. Not fun, and that was with stretching. But what does this tale really mean, I don’t know, I just wanted to brag that I’ve run a half marathon before, haha.

No. Seriously, stretching is important. I find I do more time sitting in front of the laptop than running these days, so I guess I have to keep my mind stretched and limber too. Sure, I’ve been watching Smallville and reading Elektra: Assassin, but surely more needs to be done. And now I think more can be done.

I am friends with Mitch Breitweiser, yeah we go pretty far back…to like, last week, on deviantart. But, hey, this is the guy who is drawing some Captain America at the moment, just having the ability to see what he’s drawing on the wwInterweb is unreal. Then I saw his latest drawing, and I decided to steal the idea of it.

Mitch, first name basis of course, has decided that each day he will start off with a morning sketch. Whatever comes into his head will be relayed through his majestic hand and eye. So, I was thinking, could I do daily ‘written sketches’, otherwise known as scenes, or vignettes for the erudite lad who wants to sound smart and not get laid?

I find that sitting down to write can sometimes seem like a bit of effort, so could I just nut out a short scene and then segue straight into whatever big gig I am working on? Yes, yes I can. Roll tape…aaaannd…action!

Scene – Comic Shop
Brad and Mike are standing behind the counter. Brad has a full beard, three months long, and Mike looks like he is a thirty year old living in a sixteen year old’s body. They are leaning on the counter, a smattering of comics laid out in front of them.

Brad: You’ve gotta be kidding me!
Mike: Do I look like a man who would kid?
Brad: You look like a kid…what else needs to be said?

Mike holds up an issue of The Walking Dead.

Mike: I’m telling you, zombie apocalypse, I’m good to go.
Brad: How?
Mike: Have you seen inside my closet?
Brad: Above or below the stack of Picture magazines?
Mike(high pitched, ignoring Brad): Anyway…
Mike: I’ve got all my shit sorted.

Mike starts rattling off examples, counting them off on his fingers.

Mike: I’ve got a swag, not everyone finds a prison to conveniently hole up in, I’m thinking rural isolation, very rural, very isolated. I’ve got a Swiss army knife, sure it’s never seen combat, but neither have they, so I’m running the assumption it’s good to go. I’ve got that knifey spooney thing that separates into two utensils, but stores as one compartment.
Brad: That is pretty pimp.
Mike: I’ve got the hat with the led lights on the brim. I’ve got the gps, so long as no Dead Space vampires are in cahoots with the moaning undead to take out the satellites. I’ve got small kits of long life matches, a small cooker, a hiking backpack, everything. I have everything for the zombie apocalypse.

Brad picks up a copy of Hail HYDRA!, pseudo-hiding his face behind it.

Brad: Do you have a lady to take with you to this isolated rural Eden?

Mike looks at Brad with a pissed look on his face.

Mike: That’s weak.
Brad: What is?
Mike: Doing that, there’s no need for that.
Brad: For what? It’s a logical question. Zombie apocalypse, continuation of the species, it’s all connected.
Mike: You know that’s not fair, that was not my fault.
Brad: I’m not saying it is. I’m saying –
Mike: You’re saying you’re an asshole, in so many words that’s exactly what you’re saying.

Brad puts down the issue and smiles. Mission accomplished. Brad can be such an asshole sometimes.

Posted on April 21st, 2008 by ryan
Filed under: Writing