I've been doing some thinking about the whole idea of funerals and wakes and memorial services and that. After all, I suspect I'm closer to the end of my life than the beginning.
And I've come to a decision.
Funerals and memorial services and such are for the living, to help them grieve, process, and move on.
That said, I don't want a memorial service.
I want a roast.
I want my funniest friends to get up on a dais and make jokes about me. Just like in real life, anything funny about me is fair game. I want bald jokes. I want fat jokes. I want jokes about how geeky I am. I want jokes about my religion. I want jokes about mermaids (not that I have mermaids on the brain or anything). I want jokes about my political leanings.
How would I react? 1) I'm dead, what do I care? and 2) my only regret would be that I can't hear it inside my box.
Remember, this is me. If it's funny, you ain't in trouble.
I cannot believe how slow progress on the Sound Waves Christmas Special is going. I mean, I had been hoping to have it ready in time for the ChicagoCon. But with coming in the middle of next month, me still needing to letter #7 and send it off to the printer, and other stuff, it can't be done. It will be done in time for Christmas (it BETTER be done in time for Christmas), but next month? Not possible.
Part of the reason for that is Project X. I've come to a decision.
I'm moving forward with it.
I mean, I've been working on it all this time, but I've been a bit uncertain. It's something so unusual and outside my skill set, I wasn't sure it was worth moving to the front burner. As it is, I have 12 short stories done for it. Reactions from the testers is HUGE. I mean, I've had them read stuff of mine they liked, and it was fine. But this...this is doing something else. They are hanging on the continuity. They are not just interested in the characters, they are rooting for them. There is an emotional investment that I've never gotten to anything I've written before.
Proof positive came tonight when I was talking with my mom and dad. As I mentioned early, mom and dad are not aware of the writing thing in any capacity. No comic strips, no comic books, nothing. They are both readers (dad is far more avid about it than my mom, she's pretty casual). I was killing time, reading a PDF of Project X on Kylie to do some proofing and look for continuity errors. Dad looked over my shoulder and asked if it was an ebook. I said yes, and decided to roll the dice. I told him a little about what I was reading, leaving my involvement out of it. He said it sounded interesting. I read him and mom the first three pages of one of the stories. Dad wanted to hear more, but they had to get going. "But it's really well written and the characters are interesting." My mom just said it was interesting, which was better than I thought I'd hear from her.
The more I think about it, the more it seems like I have something really special here. I want to write more stories. I want to have a nice pool to choose from. But I'm going to go forward with this, and really light a fire under it. I mean, as far as scripts for Sound Waves, I'm almost two years ahead. Stress Puppy I'm drawing as I go. Programming Germ Warfare hasn't made any progress, so I've officially put it on hiatus for now. Project X is the big thing now.
So I'm going to hunker down and get serious about this. I've got a lot of work to do, making sure that my own mythology is correct in my stories and watching for spelling and grammatical errors and such. But I'm going to do it. I've put my money down. I wonder what will happen when the wheel stops spinning....