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Argh!

I swear my brain is deliberately trying to go crazy.

It's managed to come up with a really great idea for... wait for it... a webcomic! Grr!

So, if I wanted to do anything with it, I would either have to learn to draw to a high enough standard that I would be happy to publish it on the web, or hook up with someone who can draw who'd be able to turn my ideas into reality.

What's a weirdo supposed to do?

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vaingloriesque
Jul. 28th, 2006 06:34 am (UTC)
1. Watch Chasing Amy.
2. You write the comic
3. Someone else illustrates it.

Have a look at the_christian's journal, perhaps? He's one of Australia's leading comic writers, and a cool dude. (Although he does paper comics as opposed to webcomics...)
paradigmshifty
Jul. 28th, 2006 07:08 am (UTC)
Isn't that what artistically talented filthy assistants are for?

wilderdash
Jul. 28th, 2006 10:23 am (UTC)
You'd think so, but the darn thing just up and insists on having artistic projects of her own, and barely enough time as it is to manage all of them. :) :P
paradigmshifty
Jul. 28th, 2006 10:29 am (UTC)
Personally, I think she's a work of art herself.
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Desert Rose

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I wake in vain
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I dream of fire
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And in the flames
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Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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