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I'm sitting 18 floors upon the balcony of a condominium in San Diego. It's night, 10.41pm to be precise. Over to my left is the Hyatt, and the bay. The lights twinkle. There are a few low clouds illuminated by light pollution - just for added effect. You can feel the presence of the sea on your skin, taste it on your lips.
It's all very Bladerunner - except for the sea bit.
I remember the first time I flew to San Diego, and tonight I'm reminded that I should not forget; should never take it for granted. We get used to everything, given time. And too often we fail to take stock. To contextualise.
When I first came here I was a very young man just starting a career in comics - though at the time it felt like I was already a veteran! I was a working class boy of meagre means transported through circumstances, luck and a little talent to places of which youthful dreams are made. (My heart forever belonged to California, even before that became a conscious acceptance.)
This circus, this flash-mob of geeks and freaks and artists and writers, of cosplay heroes, and heartbroken martyrs, misfits, maestros, millionaires and masturbators, playboy bunnies, perverts, voyeurs and visionaries, the victors and the vanquished of a myriad of media and mediums make this something we all have a collective propensity to belittle. We are the hunter-gatherers - short-sighted and hungry, too hungry in fact to take in the enormity of this mythic world we inhabit. The stars become a backdrop, a setting, a means of navigation.
Yes. Our feet will be sore, and our cheeks will ache through the act of a thousand disingenuous smiles, and yet another thousand more genuine ones. Our midrifts will swell, and our faculties will dim, and yet we'll all feel the post-con blues - the feeling that something happened that was important, and that we didn't have the awareness or senses to fully capture.
It was too big, and somehow we missed that.
We'll be lost in hopes and dreams, the business of business, the betrayals and bastardisation, the bitterness and backstabbing, the curt and the terse and the politic.
But let's not miss out on the wonder, eh? Let's be bloody thankful for once!
Here we are, we one-hundred-and-fifty-odd-thousand lovers of what makes us human - our propensity to dream, and from that, grow. Our need to create what does not exist and to make it exist in thousands of fibreglass storm trouper costumes; cardboard swords; elf ears; paintings; words; films; apps; pamphlets and passion projects.
There's literally NOWHERE on earth I would rather be right now.
So fuck you, the bug that has bit my head, both arms and caused a large itchy bump to appear on my lower back while I wrote this. You'll not steel this moment from me! I'm here, in full appreciation of the curious, and delightful twists fate apportioned me. I was a midland boy who never thought to see such things, yet here I was, and here I am.
Here's to an amazing week at SDCC!
It's all very Bladerunner - except for the sea bit.
I remember the first time I flew to San Diego, and tonight I'm reminded that I should not forget; should never take it for granted. We get used to everything, given time. And too often we fail to take stock. To contextualise.
When I first came here I was a very young man just starting a career in comics - though at the time it felt like I was already a veteran! I was a working class boy of meagre means transported through circumstances, luck and a little talent to places of which youthful dreams are made. (My heart forever belonged to California, even before that became a conscious acceptance.)
This circus, this flash-mob of geeks and freaks and artists and writers, of cosplay heroes, and heartbroken martyrs, misfits, maestros, millionaires and masturbators, playboy bunnies, perverts, voyeurs and visionaries, the victors and the vanquished of a myriad of media and mediums make this something we all have a collective propensity to belittle. We are the hunter-gatherers - short-sighted and hungry, too hungry in fact to take in the enormity of this mythic world we inhabit. The stars become a backdrop, a setting, a means of navigation.
Yes. Our feet will be sore, and our cheeks will ache through the act of a thousand disingenuous smiles, and yet another thousand more genuine ones. Our midrifts will swell, and our faculties will dim, and yet we'll all feel the post-con blues - the feeling that something happened that was important, and that we didn't have the awareness or senses to fully capture.
It was too big, and somehow we missed that.
We'll be lost in hopes and dreams, the business of business, the betrayals and bastardisation, the bitterness and backstabbing, the curt and the terse and the politic.
But let's not miss out on the wonder, eh? Let's be bloody thankful for once!
Here we are, we one-hundred-and-fifty-odd-thousand lovers of what makes us human - our propensity to dream, and from that, grow. Our need to create what does not exist and to make it exist in thousands of fibreglass storm trouper costumes; cardboard swords; elf ears; paintings; words; films; apps; pamphlets and passion projects.
There's literally NOWHERE on earth I would rather be right now.
So fuck you, the bug that has bit my head, both arms and caused a large itchy bump to appear on my lower back while I wrote this. You'll not steel this moment from me! I'm here, in full appreciation of the curious, and delightful twists fate apportioned me. I was a midland boy who never thought to see such things, yet here I was, and here I am.
Here's to an amazing week at SDCC!
On Detail
It seems I'm becoming known for my excessive detailing and textures. This is great, and I'm pleased to have a trait that is becoming a recognized feature of my art. But - and it's an important but, because it's to do with the craft of storytelling - I do work hard to balance the detailed pages with others that have a large amount of negative space or much simpler compositions, otherwise it's all just so much noise and the point is lost. I LOVE getting stuck into in all the intricacies that are part of making a, hopefully, believable world for my readers, but I try to leave room to breath too.
A city looks most impressive when you've driven o
It has been too long
Well, what a crazy couple of years! First Wonder Woman with the amazing Greg Rucka, then an issue of The Justice League with Rob Venditti, and after that The Brave and The Bold: Batman and Wonder Woman, which I also had the joy and honour of writing!
It has taken a LOOOOOONG time to get back onto the iconic books of my youth. I never thought I would - had kind of given up hope to some extent, after all it had been decades! I thought I was an almost-ran, somewhat a has-been, so my comeback was very unexpected. And what a comeback it turned out to be!
I'm now mid way through issue three of my latest DC series, The Green Lantern, with legendar
PARADISE REX PRESS, INC
Extremely thrilled about this: https://app.mailerlite.com/j9w9k6
My second prose publication after 'God Killers' is finally available - and with an afterword by the great China Miéville!
I'll be honest - I'm really nervous about it, now it's actually out! It's ferociously honest, very much a soul-bearing.
It's angry, it's odd, it's highly experimental, and it's verging on confessional - which perhaps is no surprise to anybody who reads my journals!
I have no doubt that some people will think it is pretentious, impenetrable crap - a one-trick pony.
But - I know it has also found its fans. China Mieville, for example, spent a long aft
What Are We To Do?
What ARE we to do?
I write to this miniscule bubble of mostly like-minded liberal friends - as like attracts like, and we've all learned the hard way in recent times that we are NOT the consensus.
As we slip into another inevitable age, who survives?
Because we will not change our ways - don't want to, or deny the proof of it - what then?
Do we take up the arms of those we have battled? Do we harden ourselves, cast aside our compassion for all human kind, and look no further than our defensible perimeter?
Do we prepare for the inevitable losses, and stop wasting our time with futile battles against elite institutions so powerful that non
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Hoping to be there next year, or at least 2016.