The inks and final covers for Jock’s Nightwing #124 and Catwoman #43.
I am slightly in love with Nightwing, aaaahhhhh
I am waiting for inspiration to strike me like lightning. And like lightning, inspiration will only strike an average of 58 people per year out of 311,591,917 in the United States. Or something like that. I think I am banking on the impossible again.
God, I’m bored. Somebody kill me. If no one will then I’ll do it.
It could be good. We could pick a day and have a party, and at the end of it I’ll overdose on something and die convulsing and frothing at the mouth, doubled over, and everyone can say I died peacefully. Which is true. Dying like that would be a lot more peaceful than living. But we don’t do the easy things in life, which may be the only thing I’ve ever really learned, and anyway I made a promise to my little sister not to off myself, and I am going to keep that promise. Little sisters don’t need shit like that in their lives.
Seriously though, if something interesting doesn’t happen soon I am going to burn something down.
20 things I like about myself
(And they can’t be things other people say about you; you have to really believe them!)
- My smile
- My laugh
- My creativity
- My ability to talk to whoever, whenever
- My curiosity
- My love of nature
- That I’m always willing to try something new
- That I actively seek out adventures
- That no, I am not too old for pillow forts and pinball and ice cream and spinning in circles
- My excessive politeness. It’s weird, but hey, it’s me.
- My eyes
- My gumption
- My bravery, even in the face of things like depression
- My personal style of dress/my haircut
- That I like to express myself (through all kinds of mediums)
- The way I get childishly excited right before a big trip
- How I still can’t sleep the night before Christmas
- How nervous/excited I get during the previews before a movie at the theater
- That I don’t mind asking for directions
- That I can see beauty even where you’d least expect it.
