Time for a quick update.

I'm still smoking. I've cut down but I still backslide way too easily. I only have two weeks left here in Sacratomato. I'm ready to move on and move back.

As I watched the Passing of an Icon, Michael Jackson, I experienced a set of emotions as only my generation would. He was MY generation. Strange to say but it was a kinder, gentler time. A taste of my own mortality. Second taste as I had dropped so much weight that I worried about my health. (I'm fine, so far, knock on wood and I don't mean my head!)

Life goes on.

I remain driven. I am resolved to tell my story and make a living at doing it. Ahem for now, I work the swing shift doing what I DON'T love. Just a job. I do my best. It's my nature that I after I get over some deluded hubris, that I do my best at whatever I choose.

Now doing your best at what you love? That's how it done.

If you are young. Go to where the action and get in there. Paper counts. If you want paper you need a degree. I'll go in this september so I'll have a full plate because I won't stop working my epic and doing whatever I can to break into comics.

If you have a story in mind. Work on it. Nurture it and unleash it when you're ready. (Unless you're a professional than time is money!)

Nothing big, same-o, same-o. Balled Kallilee, thanks for checking in on me.

Can't say I'm sorry for getting on my soapbox but thanks for listening.

Stay Cool!