So I'm on the mind-numbing journey from Ipswich to London on Friday night, to go be with my lady for the weekend (Chinese New Year was a laugh, Faust was bizarre, Hot Fuzz was wicked-cool, and Little Miss Sunshine was damn hilarious!), when I started writing.

I don't write very often, which probably explains the lack of comic book output, since I'm notoriously slack at working from others' scripts, and most of my comics aren't scripted, but are instead a tenuously linked set of scenes. This time, I was doing proper scripting. It's difficult. Frustrating. Time consuming. But I'm getting there. It's for this sci-fi epiccy thing that's been percolating in the back of my mind for... ooh... over 10 years now. And it's finally going to make it to an internet near you (hopefully at fivefootnine).

I'm happy.