Friday, February 20, 2009

"Breakfast at Tiffany's" good book, fair movie, awful song.

Here are pages from a previous post colored by the awesome Guillem Mari, my partner in crime on an arc of Fantastic Four. This is for a pitch by writer Stephen Scott. I am also in the process of doing character sketches for another promising pitch and I will post them as I complete. This weekend, I am putting the finishing touches on two more pitches and cleaning house. I will spare blogger and Twitter followers the details of the house cleaning. As long they promise to do the same.

My pals Jeff Parker and Tom Fowler's book, MYSTERIUS THE UNFATHOMABLE is getting a lot praise and misspellings (Mysterious) and it is my new favorite comic book right now.

My wife suspects our mailman is hoarding mail.

Monday, February 9, 2009

It's Started Already

As I was getting ready for bed last night, an idea for a comic mini-series popped into my brain. And yes, I was brushing my teeth when it happened. I think I ended up brushing my teeth for almost 15 minutes. I couldn't fall asleep, as the story just started writing itself in my head. Today, it almost completely gelled and with a little focused time on it, it will be ready to pitch. I wish they were all this easy. Now I am paranoid that someone else has already thought of it.

Okay, below is a smattering of things that have built up in my sketch book the past week.

Friday, February 6, 2009

A Day of Good Fortune

I can tell that this is going to be a good year for me, career-wise in particular. I am bursting with ideas for comics and graphic novels that I am in the process of compiling my pitches to deliver to my editors at DC Comics and Image Comics. I am seeing the hard work my peers have done in the past years paying off for them (that's YOU, Jeff Parker) and it is nothing short of inspiring for me.

And speaking of inspiring, I had lunch at Subway today (yes, one of the 5 gram/low fat sandwiches), and the guy in front of me in line was having every possible ingredient put on his sub, and I mean EVERY single vegetable that he could get without paying extra. That thing was towering so high with jalapenos that the sandwich artist couldn't put the top part of the roll back on. She had to wrap it separately. I was in awe that this guy really ordered this thing. Looking at that skillfully crafted mountain of mayo and olives brought a huge smile to my face. Better him eat that thing than me. Then, as if my day wasn't already good enough, I overheard this gem from a group of office workers behind me:

"My boss gave me, like, this long list of specific random stuff to do today."

I hope looking up the words 'specific' and 'random' in the dictionary were at the top of the list.