Jim and I started Unicorn Soup at almost the same time Baby Indy was born. This posed a problem, I needed to produce scripts but had no time.
The only free time I had were those few precious minutes I’d sneak away for my shower, and most of that time would be eaten up doing my best Kevin Spacey impersonation. Thanks be to whatever forces crafted the brain that, “Eureka!” moments occur.
There’s some magical power in the mind–not to get too college dorm on you, but I do often wonder what’s rumbling away in our subconscious. What innovations, discoveries, and art is bubbling away just out of the reach of our waking brains?
Oh and, “What if the color I see as blue is really what you see as red?” Blah, blah, blah.
Back to the comic.
During those first few months I produced a lot of scripts, virtually all of them like Archimedes before me. I would tap the “Eureka!” script out at my laptop still dripping wet. Okay, so not just like Archimedes but you get the idea.
On top of that, I had a cat to contend with. I don’t recall anything about a cat in the Archimedes legend. As anyone with a cat knows, cats love keyboards yet loathe their productive use.
So there I’d be wet, fending off my cat, and praying the baby wouldn’t wake up before I’d gotten my idea down. My wife found me this way a few times, but never really said anything. Either she’s incredibly tolerant of aberrant behavior or, given the sleep debt we were running at the time, too exhausted to give a shit what her idiot husband was up to.
I’m banking on the latter.
The things we do for our art.