It was early one winter morning, I was driving somewhere (couldn’t tell you where), when a rhythm of dialog started bouncing around in my mind. The monologue was paranoid and scattered, I wrote it down and as I did images started to come to me. It’s always wonderful when things like this happen.

These are the opening pages from a graphic novel that I’ve since abandoned. I got about 25 or so pages into it when I decided that I didn’t care for the story that was coming from it. That’s just how it goes sometimes.

Anyway, I’m still happy with how these initial pages came out. And who knows maybe I’ll come back to the project one day.