When I was 4-5 years old I knew who I was, and I knew what I wanted to do. I knew I wanted to tell stories. I knew I wanted to be an artist. I knew I also wanted to be He-Man. Aside from the He-Man thing I have been building toward something most of my life. There was a time I didn’t work towards it, I was miserable and empty.

At the moment I am a bit overwhelmed. I have completed issues before, Vampire of the Lost Highway¬†for example is something I am very proud of. Issue 1 has my cover, and issue 2 has both my cover and internals, Ill post more as the release looms.¬†That being said I am holding a copy of Inheritance…

I had a small run made, Schumacher and I are preparing to send them to submissions. I am holding a copy of a book where every visual part was crafted by me. It’s like seeing the end of a hill I have been climbing for 33 years. I’m not done but I can see the crest.

Something weird happened though. I have been miserable because we lost so much. I was chasing the wrong ring. It was my sickness that made us fall. It was my fault.

The weird thing… Without realizing it I’m holding this and I forgave myself.

For the first time in 7 years I’m not mad at me. All the sudden I am myself more than I have been since I was made a father. I’m me again.

Angry but not at me.