After being sick for the better part of a week, I'm finally getting back to normal. Thanks for all the kind words and for the congrats on getting the latest issue out. Truth is I had the files done awhile ago and have been waiting for the printer to finish a few things up. But all is well and ready to go now.
Currently working on the finishing touches of Issue 4 including the new backup feature of "Who is The Black Heron?" Also finished some editing on a story I've got coming out in an upcoming anthology.
So took the kid shopping for her Halloween costume. Trust me you have to go early if you don't want your daughter dressed like some Britney Spears reject. And much to her mothers horror and my great pride she chose all on her own Spider-Man. Now everyone is telling her she is going to be Spider-Girl to which she angrily replies "NO, Spider-Man!" It really cracks me up.
By the way she did the Spider-Man webshot with no prompting from me. I wonder if this costume will make it to Halloween?
I've come to realize many things from being a dad. Its an odd sensation knowing that you're responsible for the care of another human being. You're the one who has to take care of them when they are sick and get out of their way when they think they're ready to try things alone. Well my kid has thought she is ready basically since day one.
Having just started pre-school is kicking it into overdrive. She is loving it and making friends and all the while my friends have been telling me how old it makes them feel. Strangely it has been having the opposite effect on me. Perhaps its because when she comes home we are building castles out of sheets in the living room or digging for treasure in the backyard (from a map we made together). Maybe even because of the time I spend reading her books before bed time. But I do know it doesn't make me feel old.
I've had allot happen over the years that does. Burying friends at a young age, watching others marry and divorce, seeing friends fade away and seeing kids I know go off to war. After yesterdays anniversary it all seems kind of trivial, but its at times like these I think searching for treasure and building castles is well worth it. And makes me feel like a kid again even if I know the real world is just outside the window. But for those moments it is just a distant echo.
So I've been writing my little heart out. Its a project that just hasn't wanted to leave my head for awhile now. And it seems my only recourse was to write the damn thing. It is one of the odd writer quirks where it just seems to be pouring out of me. I am letting the story and characters take me in which ever direction they see fit to go. By no means is this a masterpiece of fiction but it is getting me jump started and when I finish I will of course go back with a much crueler eye. But for the moment I am content to be putting words to paper and moving along at a brisk pace.
For anyone around the Philly area this is definitely worth checking out. They are holding and exhibit of the works of comix creator R. Crumb who is nothing short of a genius. Even if you are not a big comic book fan his work is noteworthy for its adult themes and basically creating the "comix" sub genre. I'll be getting my butt down to see it as soon as I possibly can.