Chapter 7

Clearing out email was always first. He had the toughest spam filters he could find, but he invariably ended up with a lot of junk to throw away. He’d set up the accounts initially for more personal feedback from readers not comfortable with the comment section on the posts, but in the past few years, he’d kept a close eye on it in hopes someone in the industry stumbled across his little corner of the webcomic world and thought he was brilliant. He had a million and one fantasies where Marvel or DC or Dark Horse emailed and asked him to spearhead their latest and greatest books, or better, asked if he wanted to create a brand new series for them to produce. Nobody had yet to nibble, but he wasn’t giving up. Drawing for a living was the only dream he’d had since he’d picked up his first pencil at the age of four.