You know, fans... this creative marathon has shown me,
or revealed to me what I already suspected.
I have a wild imagination. Finely honed, I believe,
from having been the quiet type. A loner even.
While other adolescent boys were out there 'getting it on',
I would have daydreams. Dreams...
A never-ending cascade of themes and scenarios
in a world of coulda; woulda; shoulda...
They are created on the fly. I will select a pic that turns me on.
And look at it. Soon...
I start to see the pic as a snapshot in a storyline plot.
One moment taken from a scene.
The caption then has to be added.
Who has something to say? Do they say it or think it?
The bubble goes in place and the text just flows from the excitement
as it would phone sex. Colors, patchups, refining are next.
They usually pass through 2 softwares before being ready.
Finally, the finished product goes through Quality Control.
Typos get corrected at this last stage. When I publish, I like to put a label.
When it's all said & done there will be 1,000! bye, manhood!
my fans
me