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Just finished the third issue of my purloined idea. The final scene, a big fight involving demons, flying, barbed tails, a bit of self-referentialism and a cliffhanger has been hanging over me for what feels like the better part of a week. I just didn’t know exactly what would happen.

I finally got it down today, and I feel like I really nailed the tone. I wanted this story to be a little Grindhouse and this scene certainly is. It’s got some aspects that I would love to have seen in a quality old horror movie. Gore enough for Cronenberg, crazy ideas enough for Landis; it’s just right.
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I also wrote another few chapters for Bobsy McMilko. Each time I didn’t realise what was going to be written until the words were out. One chapter deals with a bunch of weather induced deaths (being fused to a bike by lightning and having a hail storm of hail spikes that can penetrate car metal is still appropriate for children’s literature, right?) and another deals with one man’s regret and sadness about his actions on a wedding day. Two very different chapters and that’s kind of why I like the story so much. I feel that the characters are doing their best to shine through the story, and vice versa. It seems to be coming along really well.
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I read my month’s pull list, it was filled with all kinds of goodness. The Thor comic still shines in my head, just a great match of writing and art. I’m loving Guggenheim’s Resurrection, it seems to be going a different place every time I read another issue, and I mean that in a completely good way. I’m also loving the covers, they are so well done!
It’s a good list, and it’s kept me off the streets so everyone can sigh a breath of relief.
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I awoke the other morning at half past three and could not get back to sleep, something which never, ever happens. Sleep for me is a constant, I always get it and I always enjoy it right to the last drop. I did not know what to do with my mid-night sobriety so I watched some old Outer Limits. I watched the episode, The Architects of Fear, an episode relatively famous for sharing a similar premise as part of the comic Watchmen, by Alan Moore. The episode deals with a bunch of big wigs realising that the earth needs a common threat to rally against, and in doing so unite us all.

Robert Culp draws the short straw and must undergo a process of being changed into an alien. It’s an interesting process and he comes out looking very rubberised. The scene where they show what I think was meant to be a baby version of the alien was so laughable that I just had to love it; it was basically a shadow of some old monkey rag doll. It’s a cool premise overall and well executed, especially for its time. But I believe the coolest part by far is the title. Man, I wish I had written a story called The Architects of Fear. That would be pretty pimp…

Posted on June 16th, 2008 by ryan
Filed under: Writing, comics, television