Well, while Chicago was a blast (thanks in part to a breakdancing experimental comic painter - and yes, I was there to witness that), it didn't work out quite so well as I'd hoped in terms of my comic. But never fear - I'm a persistent bastard, and I've far from given up.

I'm in the middle of trying to talk someone into taking the book right now. Frankly, I think it's a good package I'm offering. It's a good book (if I do say so myself), and I'm offering them covers by a comics superstar (I'm keeping who on the DL for now until it's a sure thing), plus a best-selling comic author (scroll down to Top 50 Graphic novels, and scope out #4).

Oh well. as I learned from watching Pollack last night, never drive with a drunk Ed Harris, and never discuss Picasso when your family's around, so I'll shut up about all this now. The house process chugs steadily along, and we'll in all likelihood get to buy it, although I won't be convinced until I'm living in it. And if it seems like all I have going on is the comic and the house...isn't the enough? What's with you people? Yeesh!