The old ways are the best ways. Mainly because the new ways are way too expensive.

I'm churning an idea about in my head which has kind of stuffed all of my other creative ideas into the dark corners of my brain. My day spent among the nerds (Comic Con) has re-ignited the long dormant flame of desire which once burned brightly in my chest cavity. I want to make a comic book.

Here's the cover, which is all I have so far.

 

Good, no? I totally traced it. Most comic book artists do that. 

That's probably not true.

I'm about crapping myself dry wanting to get out of this house and into the next one. I had this brilliant idea today that I would find an old mimeograph machine and an old printing press and I would learn how to do screen-printing. I can't exactly do any of those things right now because I understand that they are kind of messy endeavors and messy isn't what you want your house to be when you're trying to sell it. So my fruitless ambition will have to wait a while longer.

Thank you,

      Matt Beers