A few years back, I wrote a short story (actually, its a little long for a short story. Its more of a novella), based on a story I told Gwen on Christmas Eve when she was three. Being three, and it being Christmas eve, she wasn’t much for listening (she was literally vibrating at the time). A couple of years later, I still had the outline of the story and I decided to put it on paper. Then I revised it again. And then I put it away.
Last night, I found the last version while doing some tidying up around the house, and flipped through a couple of pages. It dawned on me, as I was reading, that the story might make a decent comic book or graphic novel. I think it could work. I’m going to start looking at converting the story to a comic script. Sadly, though, since I can’t draw, that’s the extent of where I can go with it. Maybe I’ll just write it, and then see if I can find an artist later.