I’ll say it again: “I love my job.”
Make no mistake, it is a job, and it is a difficult one. For three weeks now I’ve been wondering what I was going to do with the storyline once The Longshoreman of The Apocalypse wraps up, which wrap-up I wrote three weeks ago. I haven’t scripted a word of comics since, because I don’t want to start digging a hole I can’t get out of.
I had kind of decided on a vignette format for the next book, with much shallower, shorter, faster story arcs. I had almost made up my mind to make them discontiguous, though my precious continuity would take a bit of beating. So I sat down and started scribbling vignette “mini-mission” ideas, and suddenly it came to me, that idea, that single piece of narrative cement that would hold the whole thing together.
No, I’m not going to tell you what it is.
But once *I* knew what it was I was able to re-scribble the vignettes into a cohesive plot that not only advances the overall continuity of the Schlockiverse (we’ll see Petey and the Fleetmind again) but also allows for character development, lots of BLAM, lots of different situations, and a cheerfully triumphant ending.
Oh, wait. I just gave away the ending.
Well, no. What I told you was more like saying “dinner will be followed by dessert, and the dessert will be very rich, and will include chocolate.” You’re still going to have to clean your plate, young man…