This will be a rambling, stream-of-consciousness post…

I’ve been working on stories for a very long time. Stories in comic form, to be more specific, and for a myriad of reasons, I couldn’t get it done. I’d post that I was working on it…and nothing would come of it. I couldn’t get out my own way.

So, I went to the South Side Zine Fest today, mainly to see a good friend of mine who I haven’t physically seen since 2020. I am well-versed in the world of zines; been reading them for years, ever since I became aware of them back in high school last century. (Feels weird to say that.)

Hours later, I’m home with a brain bursting with ideas and a license to make things. The vibe was so positive, so whoelesome. People want to write things down and share them, and that’s a lot more fulfilling than a podcast or a video blog. Having to design your words, deciding what to write and how to present it.

I have a list of things I want to say, I want to share, and as soon as I get done with this first thing, this thing I’ve been working on since the beginning of the year, then I’m going to start wokringon that.

Why now? Why won’t this fail?

Because I’ve seen what it is to be DONE with things. To have them out in the world, and meeting some great people, even as an introvert, is more appealing than the alternative. My boy Jeff would have loved it. I am surrounded by people who would support me. Why wouldn’t I do these things? What is the hold up? While bad people stay winning in this political climate, I can be a bit of good.

So much to do.

Let me get started.