The last 18 months have been some of the most exciting of my creative career. Vault was my first mini-series at a publisher and I have been a hive of anxiety and nerves from the day I was told it would be released into the wild with Storm King Productions. This is a big deal
I know I said I wasn’t going to write these anymore, but I’m a liar so here we are. Parents deal with their children’s chicanery daily. My situation is not particularly special. I am not the best father in the world, though I’d like to think I’m at least in the 90th percentile. Maybe 85th.
My grandfather, Jim Adamo, died one week ago today. I knew it was coming, everyone in my family did. He had recently fallen ill and we had a few weeks to make to peace with what we knew was going to happen. I don’t grieve well. I still haven’t cried since my grandmother passed. It’s
Vault is a really big deal for me. This is the first mini-series I’ve put out that will be available through Diamond. I’m excited. Vault is a story I love and a book I’m proud of, so I can’t wait for folks to read it. I’m also terrified. I crafted this tale. I wrote this
I think about my own death too much. Like most smokers I know, I convince myself that I’ve got every possible lung and throat disease at the slightest tickle in my neck. It doesn’t help that I write for a living and have trained my brain to plan for every worst-case scenario. I used to