In fact, I don't even know if it's funny. Lemonzen thinks it is, but then again she gave me the concept for the thing; naturally she'd think it was hilarious. And I think it's funny--but beyond the two of us, who knows?
The other factor is, who can I sell this to? I'm going to have to think that over.
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Ukyo is now the richest toon I have. She's got over 17,000 GP on hand. Dang.
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Having banged out--rather unexpectedly--some six pages of story, I feel strangely unsettled, the same way I always feel when I've finished writing for the day. It's like my brain is saying, No no no! I can do more! Let's write more!
...even though the output buffer is empty.
It's like the machinery gets all wound up and then takes time to spin down, even though there's nothing left (for the moment) to spit out. I try to think of what I could write, to satisfy the urge, but there's nothing ready; and if I tried to write something it would be hopeless garbage. I know it would be.
In fact, this post is a lame attempt to satisfy that, and it's not working, so I think I'll just hang it up and go to bed. Good night.