I'm sitting here in my half-completed library right now, and I repeatedly finding myself just staring around the room, giddy at the prospect of realizing a dream I've had for many years now. And even in lieu of the holy-crap-is-this-the-most-fantastic-collection-ever sense of awe I had at the Billy Ireland Library and Museum, that I'm able to do something even remotely capable of being called a comics library makes me inordinately happy.
And within the sphere of comics writing, I usually just sit off in my own little corner, banging away on my keyboard. I don't have a lot of interaction with other folks about my ideas, so I'm left to assume that I'm shouting at the wind. But then (again going back to the Billy Ireland event) to get recognized repeatedly, and to have folks like Danny Fingeroth and Charles Hatfield introduce themselves to me, is very humbling and gratifying. And then getting name-checked by Tom Spurgeon? Well, how can I not be thankful for that?
The S.O. is in the kitchen now working on what I have no doubt will be a delicious Thanksgiving meal. I'm about to head up to the gym so I can go run. Later, we'll be dining with friends.
I've had a few challenges thrown at me, but right now, I have to say that they've been worth whatever struggles I've had. The biggest complaint I have right now is that "25°, feels like 12°" is a little too chilly for me to run outside and I have to use the gym instead. That's not a bad life at all. It really is a good life if you don't weaken.
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