How kind of my cat to walk on my face at 430 in the morning and wake me up. She's lucky I worship her.
But, since I'm awake, I might as well get kicking. There are two comic books that aren't going to write, draw, ink and color themselves. And, even though I've got enough books chomping at the bit to be written to choke a horse, I think I'll take the time to jot out a quick synopsis for another one.
This one will involve a stalker that cons, charms and weasels their way into their victim's life on every conceivable level. At work, in the community, in their victim's personal life with friends and even lovers, all the while making the victim look like the one that's got problems. Even manages to make it look like the victim is the stalker.
And the victim takes it, trusting in the people in their life to have the good sense to realize what's going on and rush to help. But too often, people are quick to believe what they're told. Or they're too self-absorbed to care what the truth is. Or too hesitant to take a stand against the status quo. The victim is on their own.
Until the day when the stalker goes one step too far. Then the victim fights back. Not with fists or feet, but in every way the stalker has done. The victim plays cards out of the stalker's hand, weaseling, worming and charming their way into every aspect of the stalker's pitiful life. Work, friends, personal life, and the stalker doesn't realize it until it's far too late to go back. In the end, who will be the last one standing?
I guess we'll have to wait and see.
I just wonder what to call it.... Something deliriously clever. I'll think about it over about a gallon of coffee. Or two.