Warren Ellis Owns Me

I just had an odd dream. WARREN ELLIS was speaking at some 'upcoming comic book protege' convention thingy - a seven day event with ten or so of the 'most promising new meat in comics'. I was an attendee in the field of writing, and I kept sitting next to artists where a single glance at their artwork suggested talent that didn't exist.

I remained pretty silent through the whole thing, respecting the insight Warren was giving out when, on the third day, he made mention that the class was getting too large (eleven now), and that it was becoming awkward.

So, at the end of the third day, Mr. Ellis comes up to me and he says "You've got your heart." Not as a question, not as a snide remark, but as a matter of fact statement with a smirk for punctuation. I said "Yes", and my dream starts fading from memory as he starts suggesting that that's going to hurt me.

The thing is, I've never even thought of going into comics. Sure, I read 'em, and sure, he write's them, but there's never been an impetus for me to go forth and tell these types of stories. Maybe I've been playing too many dance games and the flashing lights are getting to me ("gettttiIInng BetTTTer!"). Maybe this is one of those shared memories that will bring us together for all of two emails, and then we'll go our merry way.

I'm go email Warren and ask him what the hell's he talking about.