Hey, what’s going on, everybody?

It’s Monday, the 27th (I think? My calendar’s buried somewhere under art supplies), and I’m feeling that post-Kickstarter glow. FWACATA #3 wrapped up strong — fully funded, stretch goals flying — and I’m buzzing. There’s no better way to start a Monday than on a high note.

Because here’s the truth, man: life is highs and lows. That’s it. That’s the whole game. One day you’re up, the next you’re face-first in a puddle of ink, wondering if your printer hates you. But those dips? They’re part of the rhythm.

Your heart pumps, your lungs breathe, and your brain—well, your brain just wants you to survive. It’s built to focus on the bad. That’s not your fault. That’s evolution being an overprotective mom. But the thing is, you can feed your brain. You choose what it focuses on. If you fill it with history, stories, good people, and perspective—you start seeing the patterns. Highs and lows. You start seeing that it’s all part of something bigger.

I’ve been making comics for thirty years now. (Yeah, I said it. Thirty.) Started in 1992 as a kid, mailing submissions out in the ‘90s, chasing that dream through art school, conventions, jobs, heartbreaks, and late nights. It’s been a roller coaster. But the secret? The doing is the reward. Making comics is the dream. Nobody gives you a license. There’s no “Comic Creator Police.” You’re a comic book artist when you make comics. Boom. You’re in.

And I’m on a high right now, because it feels damn good to see readers come back for Issue #3. To see new people jump in. To see names I recognize from Issue #1 and #2 still showing up, still supporting, still believing. That’s real. That’s fuel.

I’ve got FWACATA #4 halfway done, plus new Zombie Years pages in progress. I’m aiming for a February release, maybe a digital annual before that. The plan? Keep it quarterly, keep it sustainable, keep the hustle alive.

And man, I’ve found a groove. My printer, Comics Wellspring, is killing it—top-notch work every time. I’ve got a formula that’s finally clicking. So the goal now is just to keep going, refine, and level up.

There’s a new career move on the horizon in January that might change how I balance things, but that’s okay. Change is part of the process. I’m not scared of lows—they just mean another high is coming.

So if you’re reading this, and you’re in one of those valleys? Keep moving. Feed your brain. Jump off the cliff and build the parachute on the way down. That’s the only way you ever fly.

Thanks to everyone who backed the Kickstarter, supported on Patreon, shared the posts, or even just believed in this madness. You guys are the wind beneath my… wings? Winds beneath my wings? Eh, you know what I mean. You keep me going.

Here’s to the highs, the lows, and everything in between.
Stay loud. Stay weird. Be Good.
FWACATA! 💥