For some reason, the idea that I should write a comic book is fluttering around in my head.

Seems like an obvious choice, since I have absolutely no concept whatsoever of how to do that. Or what I would write about in a comic book… or … well… any other relevant topic.

It seems like a children’s picture book, except without the children.

Which is probably good, since the parents in my life have deemed me “Not age appropriate.”

(BTW, thank you for giving me a heads up, parents, so that I can recite exactly the same line, if the kids ask me.)

There’s something about the visual aspect of this that appeals to me.

I’m not sure if I’m saying I want to write a comic book, or if I’m saying I want to draw a comic book.

Or if it would turn out to be a book, rather than… say, a lengthy greeting card.

I’ll put it on the to-do list. It might even happen.

I’m also not sure if this is a real thought, or a new and improved form of procrastination.

I can hear the anti-muse whispering in my ear… you know that viking? He’d look really good flying around Omaha in a cape.