As if I wasn’t nerdy enough:
I did not write Mr. Punch. Neil Gaiman did. But I worked on an amazing stage adaptation for Rogue Artists Ensemble, which garnered an Ovation Award for sound design; LA Drama Critics Circle Awards for writing (adaptation), CGI/video, puppet/mask design, and an nomination for scenic design; and four Honorable Mentions from the Back Stage West Garland Awards for scenic design, sound design, and two for make-up design. I made masks to make the actors look like Dave McKean’s drawings, and McKean himself–who came to our opening–said he loved them. Can we say “career highlight?”
Along with a few of my fellow Rogues, I was featured in a biography of Neil Gaiman, which you can buy here, on Amazon. It includes several pages of interviews as well as a couple of pages of full-color photographs from our production.
Unfortunately, this project went the way of the dodo, which is a shame because it seemed like it was going to be pretty great. I had planned to send pages back and forth through the mail with a friend in Los Angeles, she doing the artwork and I doing the text. We agreed that no first effort is ever very good, so we were going to get all our bad, hackneyed ideas out of the way with this one, figure out what we’re doing by our second series, and then lie and tell everyone it was our first attempt. I figured the best way to keep that secret was to disclose it on the internet.
We had a concept, character bios, and some sketches, but sadly the comic had to be scrapped. Maybe one day it’ll be resurrected in another form, but for now it’s just a small pile of drawings of a spaceship with a red nose on the bow.
Untitled Superpowers Comic
Two of my talented artist friends and I were working on an incredible comic project that also got sort of…lost. It was a dark, gritty story that just happened to feature superpowered versions of ourselves. And my superpowers were awesome! I was so excited!
I wrote a draft of the first issue, but when the art never came in, it fell by the wayside. It’s at the top of my list to pick back up, though. If I ever have some free time, I’ll try to condense the story arc we planned into a one-shot, just to get it off my mind. I think it’s still a story worth telling.
The Moo Dude
Embarrassingly, my only finished comic is The Moo Dude, which I wrote when I was five. Only one copy of the inaugural issue (circa 1989) exists. It features the hero, a purple flying cow with black sunglasses called The Moo Dude, and his sidekicks: an invisible rock band (The Band) and a flying coffee table (The Magic Coffee Table). Issue #1 depicts The Moo Dude rescuing an old woman from a falling piano, then showing up fashionably late to his sidekicks’ concert.
Sales fell short of expectations.