Sometimes, I picture myself writing - if not thinking - like a crazy person, and it reads a lot like Rorschach:
Fell out of bed today. Woke up and went to work. Been working since. Can't stop.
I suppose I should be eating cold beans from a can with a spoon to complete the picture.
. . .
Now, really, about the work.
At the end of August, I wrote a script for a short film. Later this week, we'll start shooting it. Last week brought a delightful round of actors and actresses for our casting test, and we met wonderful new friends. I already learned a lot from then. I just hope they'll be able to learn something from me as well, just so everybody can leave this new experience with another story to tell.
You meant COMICS?
It's time to show something so I don't upset my readers (what readers, you crazy fool? Get back to the dungeon!).
My new brazilian book is ready. It's gorgeous. I'm proud. Now, all I have in my drawing board is Smoke and Guns. I'm sure those girls missed me while I was away.
I missed them.
My brother and I have been asked to be part of an anthology to be released next year. We'll probably work on two different stories, just so we have more to show. It's fun when we realize two can do twice the work.
Monday, October 04, 2004
Posted by Fábio Moon at 7:40 PM