Here’s a short interview with Plumerai about the recording process for their new album that will come out in a couple of months.
I finished drawing the second UVDS comic & printed it up.
I also wrote the first draft for Ultimate Lost Kisses #14. Going to try to get myself rolling on finishing up that story arc.
Earlier this week I sent email promos to reviewers about my comics for the first time in a year. I’d stopped pushing the comic promos because of diminished interest & feeling like it was all noise instead of signal. So I sent out to two hundred reviewers & I heard back from 3 so far. Which is no huge surprise. So I’m thinking about running a comic Kickstarter again, this one with a goal of reaching out to retail. My idea is people would pay $20 to get 10 comics sent to them & 10 comics sent to a retailer either of their choice or that I research & find & the retailer can give away or sell the comics & use the money to buy more. Who knows if it will work. But I think it can’t hurt.
Last Night’s Dream:
I’m on a road trip with my family in a caravan of three cars. I’m a passenger in my parents’ car. A storm starts up bad enough that we can’t see & my dad pulls off the road into a covered loading dock of a warehouse & the other cars follow us in. I get out of the car & my sister in the car behind us gets out saying, “Why did we stop here in this stupid indigent hillbilly town?” Immediately after she says it she’s hit by a thrown stone & I say loud enough for whoever threw the stone to hear it, “Does everybody know now to be nice & not make fun of people?” Then I’m hit in the shoulder with a rock. I stoop down & pick up a rock the size of a baseball & walk off into the storm in the direction the stone came from. There’s two teenagers. The larger one says something to the skinny one & the skinny one runs off. The big kid throws a piece of broken marble the size of a brick at me & misses. I run at him. He’s eight inches taller than me & a hundred & twenty pounds heavier than me. To hit him in the head with my fist with the rock clenched in it I need to jump in the air & the hit takes us both to the ground. I land on my knees straddling him & my knees fucking hurt from the landing & I just take the pain as a reason to keep hitting him in the face & then out of the corner of my eye I see the skinny kid. He’s got a gun pointed at me & his whole body is shaking. I drop my rock to the ground, climb off the guy, & go back to the car.
I’m in some Rust Belt city with Shawn Atkins & we go into a comic shop called Five Days a Week. I dive into the dollar bin & one of the comics I find for a dollar is a trade paperback of the first nine issues of Rom.
Rom the robot?
He’s not actually technically a robot, he’s a Space Knight who gave up his humanity to fight monsters. But yeah, he’s basically a robot.