On Monday, I moved into my new digs as part of the Mercury Studios in Portland. A quick glance at this website will reveal that this studio I have joined is full of comic book artists–last anyone checked I’m a novelist. What does a novelist intend to do crammed into a very tiny office with a whole bunch of comic book artists?
Well, first of all, I frickin’ needed to get out of my house. After 3 years holed up writing novels, I’ve lost all sense of normal human interaction. How do normal people talk to each other in a working environment? I have no idea, so I joined the studios.
Secondly, this second novel I’m supposedly writing about a zinester–well, I’ve never spoken more than 2 minutes with a zinester, so I joined the studios to help gather material. (Although, as I’m discovering, zines are a whole different beast from comics.)
And thirdly, Holy Bankruptcy, Batman, I need work…