Brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
I was having trouble figuring out what to write after Friday's strip. I'd gotten out everything I wanted in the chapter, and couldn't think of an ending. So then I thought, "Hey, Dan! How about just slapping 'End of Chapter 6' on a strip and calling it a day?"
True story!
Tomorrow is the start of a crazy sweet interlude that I've had plotted for a while. And after that is Chapter 7. I have no idea what Chapter 7 is going to be about.*
Seriously, no clue. We'll find out together.
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*I'm fighting the urge to do a parallel universe story, and call it "Two Americas." It would be pretty hilarious to design robot versions of Woodrow Wilson, Ronald Reagan, and Abraham Lincoln. But that's about all I can think of for that idea, so... meh. I think this comic teeters on the edge of "high concept with no follow-through" enough as it is.
True story!
Tomorrow is the start of a crazy sweet interlude that I've had plotted for a while. And after that is Chapter 7. I have no idea what Chapter 7 is going to be about.*
Seriously, no clue. We'll find out together.
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*I'm fighting the urge to do a parallel universe story, and call it "Two Americas." It would be pretty hilarious to design robot versions of Woodrow Wilson, Ronald Reagan, and Abraham Lincoln. But that's about all I can think of for that idea, so... meh. I think this comic teeters on the edge of "high concept with no follow-through" enough as it is.