|Today's office. My sinuses will hate me later.|
Why a rocky start? I woke up this morning to some very sad news. Today, the comic book industry lost one of our own. Darwyn Cooke was one of the greats. Not only was he a great artist and storyteller, but a genuinely nice man to boot. I did not know him well, but consider myself fortunate to have met and chatted with him a few times over the years at conventions. He and his talent will be sorely missed. My deepest condolences to his family, friends, and fans. R.I.P., Darwyn. Fuck cancer.
|R.I.P. Darwyn Cooke|
|I can't tread water for a whole day.|
I've also been feeling afloat the past few weeks. With the layoff from my day job fast approaching, I've been looking to my writing schedule that has backed up. There's a lot of work ahead of me and I have dived back into it to get back on track while looking for a new day job. Sadly, and this is the part that always depresses me to admit, but the writing simply does not pay the bills. Thankfully, I love what I do. I hope to continue doing it for as long as I can.
Thanks for listening to my ramblings this morning. Sometimes the best way to get through is to put your thoughts down.
Anyway, I should get back to work. Lance star can't take on all those Nazis by himself.
PS: Fuck Cancer.