Doctor Who pages are coming along. Started inking this evening and though harrowing at first I think I'm getting it.
We got back from Seattle on Monday after a very nice weekend at the Emerald City Comic Con. Spent most of it furiously scribbling sketches but I did manage to get some time away from the table for some geek shopping and chats with good friends Moritat, Richard Starkings (up from L.A.), Gail Simone, Ed Brubaker and his wonderful wife Mel (who makes the meanest cupcake this side of the 1950s).
While there I heard this interesting bit of news (rumour perhaps?) from across the pond: apparently Russell T. Davies had this to say about our Doctor Who story which promises to feature all ten doctors: "Let them hang themselves. It can't be done."
Now some might take this as disheartening but I on the other hand see this as a wonderful challenge. Ask anyone who knows me, spite has always been a huge motivator in my life, put an obstacle in my path and I'll bust through it with ten times more verve than were there none. If I had a fire in my belly before, well now it's an inferno. And I can't be happier.
And how's this for heart-warming? Vic and I stood in line to meet Wil Wheaton and learned he's a huge fan of Y! Keeeeen!
Oh, and more Y pages are going up for sale today.