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PITCH: Wrong Time For Love by Rich Johnston and Felipe Cunha

Published Tue, 05 Oct 2010 07:51:08 -0500

Last updated Tue, 05 Oct 2010 08:46:12 -0500

I think I've found a home for The Many Murders Of Miss Cranbourne. Nothing signed, but intentions seem solid.

I'm still looking for a place for Rosary with Robin Riggs or London's Crawling with Kris Carter. I'll be trying to talk with people this weekend.

But also in the mix is a new comic project with Brazilian artist Felipe Cunha. It's called Wrong Time For Love. I'll hopefully be talking to people about it this weekend…

Six months ago, he discovered his new bride having sex with the DJ at his wedding reception.

Tim wasn't happy.

Six months later, he's still dealing with the paperwork, living in a sordid flat, a shadow of his former vibrant successful self. All he wants is to go back and changed what happened. And never to have seen the Most Evil Woman In The World again.

So he does. Not making a deal with the devil. Not with a technicolour time machine. But the door that never opens properly onto the back yard. Until one day he opens it into six months ago.

With his best friend Nick in tow, who is less bothered by the psychological and physical implications of a door into the past, more entranced that he can go to the Best Kebab Shop In The World that closed down three months ago.

And Tim hatches a plan. To pose as his own long lost identical cousin from Australia, and stop his old self from getting married. And the only way he thinks he can do that is to woo The Most Evil Woman In The World away from his six-month-younger naive self. While trying to save his life, stop the wrong people from getting pregnant and avoid universe destroying paradoxes.

It's a romantic triangle with only two people in it.

The Time Traveller's Ex.

These are the first few unlettered pages, with one colour page, a cover sketch to demonstrate a proposed logo and script pages for the first issue, The Door Into Winter. Enjoy. And possibly publish…

PAGE ONE

PANEL ONE TO FOUR

A series of four panels, showing slices of place and time. Something we'll do a lot of in this book. Almost a comic book version of Edgar Wright's fast cutting.

The young shaven, twenty-something Tim, fresh of face and smiles, kissing the fragrant red-haired twenty-something Clarissa, his bride, as commanded by the female vicar behind them. Tim in a suit, Clarissa in a wedding dress and veil. They are in a Church of England church, window behind them, organ to one side, choir stall to the other.

CAPTION: It was the happiest day of my life.

PANEL FIVE

Clarissa and Tim, married coming down the steps of the church, confetti over them, a crowd around. It is a wintry day.

CAPTION: Me and Clarissa

PANEL SIX

Tim and Clarissa inside a Rolls Royce, being driven away. They wave behind them, we see the church, a small crowd and the tied cans through the back window. They are so happy.

CAPTION: Everyone said it.

PANEL SEVEN

Still dressed, still happy, they have fallen back onto a bed in a hotel, silk sheets. They look to each other.

CAPTION: They knew we'd be happy together forever.

PAGE TWO

SPLASH PAGE

Timn, six months on. He has a beard, is dishevelled in a dirty t-shirt and boxer shorts. There is a full ashtray on the bed, papers, matchbox and tobacco around, an abandoned pizza box. What we can see of the room is filthy. His eyes are sunk, his hair is rough, he is a mess. A shaft of light has broken through the closed curtains across him. This is a small bedroom in a small terraced flat. It's a thin, flat over two floors. Bedroom and bathroom above a

CAPTION: Six months later I was waiting for the divorce papers to come through.

CAPTION: CHAPTER ONE: THE DOOR INTO WINTER

FX: THUMP

PAGE THREE

PANEL ONE

Tim, sitting up, coughing.

TIM: GKKK… GAKKKK… KKKK…

PANEL TWO

Walks down thin stairs to the front door. This is an upstairs flat, clearly.

FX: DUM…DUM…DUM…

PANEL THREE

Picks up newspaper on the doormat, it is dated 20th June 2011. There is also a fat official letter.

PANEL FOUR

Tim rips open the letter

PANEL FIVE

Looks at the wodge of papers inside, nonplussed.

FX: RIIIIING…. RIIIIING…

PANEL SIX

Tim walks up the stairs, carrying the letter and papers.

FX: DUM…DUM…DUM…

PAGE FOUR

PANEL ONE

We are in the kitchen next to the living room/bedroom. This really is small. The place is a state. There is a back door from the kitchen into a back yard. Tim is answering his mobile, in a lacklustre fashion.

TIM: Yello.

PANEL TWO

Tim's hand places the letter down onto a pile of bills and official letters. These are, however divorce papers.

TIM: Hi Nick. No, no I haven't.

PANEL THREE

Tim is dragging on his jeans, phone between head and shoulder.

TIM: Still no.

PANEL FOUR

Tim, pulling on trainers. He is a little exasperated.

TIM: I can stay inside as long as I like. Money hasn't run out yet. Even if she did.

PANEL FIVE

Tim distracted, putting on his other trainer looks to the back door.