When I bought some copies, Amy (who some of you know from Tabletop) held it up and said, “Is this your first published work as a comic author?”
I thought for a second and said, “I’ve written manga before, but this is my first comic book.”
And that’s when it hit me: Today, I am a published comic book author. A real one, and if I work really hard, and have a little bit of luck, it’s only the beginning.
I’ve been traveling and working so much the past few months, I haven’t been able to slow down and look around very often (life moves as fast as Ferris Beuller warned us), so I haven’t been able to just stop, reflect, and be grateful for what I have. I don’t mean to suggest that I’m taking things for granted, or under the delusion that I’m some kind of big deal or anything stupid like that, I just mean that I can’t think about more than what is immediately in front of me until it’s done, and there’s been a long list of somethings in front of me for most of this year (which is awesome; it’s great to be busy making a living doing what I love.)
What I love about this is how honest and grateful he is but also values the work done. That’s really fucking great.