Thursday, April 20, 2006
It's been a few days from my last post but I have a great excuse this time as I've been settling (a little) into fatherhood. I say a little because I can look at my daughter and it all still seems so surreal that she is mine--that I had anything to do with her creation.
Other parents will tell you that you can't imagine what being a parent is like and that it will change your whole outlook, your whole life. If you're anything like I was, you'll just politely nod your head and then roll your eyes when they're not looking.
Well, they're right.
I don't expect you to believe me either. Really, it's just something you've got to experience. No amount of words can get these feelings across to you. It's impossible to describe the amount of love you have for this little crying, sleeping, crapping, peeing baby. She'll reach up and touch my face and I become every stereotype of the goofy dad that I used to make fun of.
But that's all right. Sometimes, eating crow doesn't taste that bad.
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Off the Grid is going very well. I'm really excited about the direction the story is going in (even more so now as some questions I had in mind with the story are resolving themselves) and Roger is a dream to work with (and a great artist). I'm busy working on issue #4.
The other projects are coming along as well. It seems to be feast or famine with them. I'll go for days with nothing and then, boom, several emails coming in with some good news. If this doesn't teach me patience, nothing will.
Other parents will tell you that you can't imagine what being a parent is like and that it will change your whole outlook, your whole life. If you're anything like I was, you'll just politely nod your head and then roll your eyes when they're not looking.
Well, they're right.
I don't expect you to believe me either. Really, it's just something you've got to experience. No amount of words can get these feelings across to you. It's impossible to describe the amount of love you have for this little crying, sleeping, crapping, peeing baby. She'll reach up and touch my face and I become every stereotype of the goofy dad that I used to make fun of.
But that's all right. Sometimes, eating crow doesn't taste that bad.
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Off the Grid is going very well. I'm really excited about the direction the story is going in (even more so now as some questions I had in mind with the story are resolving themselves) and Roger is a dream to work with (and a great artist). I'm busy working on issue #4.
The other projects are coming along as well. It seems to be feast or famine with them. I'll go for days with nothing and then, boom, several emails coming in with some good news. If this doesn't teach me patience, nothing will.
# posted by Crisman @ 7:09 PM 
