For Love Or Comics
The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
I had been working on the Nightmare comic book for ages and in March 1995 I finally finished the first issue. It was quite a moment for me because it was leaps and bounds ahead of the first comic book series I had done, Blood Red. It was more complex both in terms of story and in terms of art. I was really proud of myself but not as proud as I once might have been.
When I started work on Nightmare years before, girls were a peripheral issue. I was interested in them. You could certainly tell that from some of the artwork. I was interested but I didn’t have a girlfriend. I didn’t have any prospects. Comics remained my life and all was good.
There came a time when that blissful existence came to an end. When I asked KenMills to set me up with Katie, I guess that was the beginning of the end. For the next couple years life would be a struggle between my life long passion and my newly discovered one. Comics would never let me down but girls would and yet, somehow, I always ended up spending more time pining about girls then doing my work.
So, I finished Nightmare #1 in March 1995 and soon began work on #2, but I would never regain the excitement I had for the stuff now that girls were such an important part of my life.