Writing is a more complicated process than most people think. Many readers certainly come to the conclusion that there is a lot of me in my Selina, and of course there is. It doesn’t stop there, however. There’s a lot of me in Bruce, in Alfred, in Eddie and Harvey, in Talia, Whiskers, Sly, Luthor, Ivy and Ubu. All the characters come out of the 9th circle of the Dee brain.
One of the details I do share with Selina is a hell mouth closet. It is not a metaphor, it is – or was – all too real. Last week, I cleaned it out. Again, this is not a metaphor. This was a very real exercise in sifting through clutter, throwing out stuff, and sneezing a lot. I am happy to say I have a hell mouth no more. Yay for the nice walkable path down the center of the storage bins, which could be thinned a little more if I want to spend a month on ebay, but I don’t. So for now, we’re good.
Except for one thing: comics. All the comics remain out here in the non
-closet world. Those from the closet and those that were never returned to it after being pulled for reference in this fic or that. They’re going to be here for a week or two. Some to be filed or refiled, some to get broken down into smaller boxes. Some will be going into their first box from the land of “stack and drawer” It’s going to be interesting. When it’s over, there’s another smaller closet I have my eye on (not a hell mouth, we’ll just call it Jersey). Once the comic boxes are arranged, I’m hoping to purge its contents and put the boxes in there. What does any of this mean for Cat-Tales? Well, there could be an upswing in silver age influence if I get to reading as I work. I don’t think Selina will be cleaning out her hell mouth again. She says once was enough for that kind of thing. So long as Catwoman has one and only one origin, she sees no need for more than one voyage of discovery into that closet. That just leaves the sneezing. Some character sneezing his head off could have enormous comic relief possibilities, but it’s unlikely I’m ready to see the funny since it was only about 72 hours ago I was the one doing the sneezing. Still, one of these days, somebody… probably Oswald. Heh.
So that’s the art follows life side of the equation. Life also follows life, and there is going to be some metaphorical closet cleaning too. Because the long, hot summer is drawing to a close and not only are we a little backed up on Cat-Tales, there is a certain backlog on blogging. I’m hoping to get them all out of the way in a few quick entries.
You have been warned.
Chris Dee
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