I just watched a few episodes of Coyboy Bebop. Something about watching anime, especially "anthology" type anime makes me want to write and draw comics. Really inspires the inner muse to just have at it. I think I'll do some work on Closetspace tonight.

Maybe.

There's another story running auond my head in the last few months. I erally want to work on that, but I really shouldn't. Closetspace needs work, and I've only really done the first panel. Maybe it's time for a prose story?

I wrote a script bit for it a fwe months ago...just something that's been tossing around in my mind.

There's something about watching an animated movie or show just has me really wish I could be the writer for that show. I REALLY dug Final Fantasy Spirits Within, and if Polychronicon ever made it to the small screen, I'd want it all to be CGIed like that.

I want a Japanese animation company to do A Wish for Wings, or Closetspace. It would be nice now, wouldn't it? Have something produced like that. Hmmm...maybe something to try aiming for?

Today, I tried "centering" for the first time. An awful lot like meditating...and meditation is something I've never erally been able to do (I did it once...sorta).

One of my main quirks is that I need noise. If there isn't any noise, I get itchy, and rankled. Why is that you may ask? Well, just walk into my parents house for a minute.

It's 12:12 AM right now...there are FOUR TVs ON RIGHT NOW.

During hte day, add an additional TWO TVs (There are more TVs in this house than people) and music BLARING from downstairs, and you'll see that for the last 27 years of my life I've been inundated with NOISE. All the time.

So today, I tried centering...Mom and Dad were going out to an uncles house, my sister was gone for work. Just me. So I go downstairs and turn off the TV down there...I turn off my sis' TV (which is on 24/7), my mom's TV (always left on unless they're asleep), the loft TV (Which I was watching) and settled down to give it a try.

It didn't work...

Because I have a clock in my room I HATE. It's not just your standard clock...this one...each time it counts the seconds goes

CLICK - CLICK - CLICK

really annoyingly LOUD. I tossed it out of the room, and began my centering thingy.

I won't describe WHAT I did here, but let's just say it worked VERY well. VERY VERY well for about ten minutes...

...ten minutes into the meditation I was quite literally RIPPED from my nice scene by the sound of a door slam that shook the house (No one in this house can simply close a door, they all SLAM them HARD). and then the loud shouting of a sister calling my name over and over again jus tto tell me she came home.

I really didn't like the ripped felling at all. Not one bit...because I felt like someone had just blown a large explosive behind my left ear, and IW as shaking and terrified for a minute or two.

But the point is, it worked for ten minutes...longer if I hadn't been ripped away. I need to do this more often. Now just to find a way to GET everyone out of the house, GET everyone to turn off their TVs, GET mom to turn off her music and just BE QUIET for a half hour each day.

I may actually need to do this in my truck at night, just to get some quiet!

At least until I get out of the house. WHICH WILL BE IN THE NEXT TWO WEEKS.

Dammit.