Three thousand words on my haunted comic novel today, as opposed to my usual daily output of two thousand. Moving right along. Seems I can only write this story in the summer months--no surprise, it being a summer tale. Think Something Wicked This Way Comes/The Body/Faust/Needful Things kinda story about a haunted comic book. It's a novel, though, but I'll probably do a few illustrations for it--the story kinda demands it.
I've spoken too much already, damn it. Just trust me, you cats would dig it the most. And will, once I get it done and out there. Even Uncle Stevie, I dare say, would dig this one. Hell, I know he would.