Welcome to March 2007

I jumped out of bed this morning and stumbled into my daughter’s room, as I do every morning, to check on her sleeping position (as of late, she has a tendency of mushing herself against the railing). It’s this stupid habit I’ve gotten into and I’m assuming one day, when she’s 43 or so, I will grow out of it. I wasn’t prepared for what I found. She was not there. Not a fan of the resulting emotional panic that follows a discovery like that.
Eventually the spark plugs in my brain fired, the engine coughed, sputtered and rumbled to life allowing me to recall the tiny fact that I had placed wife and child on a plane to Tennessee the previous day. Mel’s stepfather, Robert, passed away last month. We flew back for the funeral in early February but Mel and young Izzie Rain have returned to help with the remaining arrangements.
So, I did what most folks do when they wake up and finally gather their wits. I made a peepee.
Then I did 64 push ups and hopped my bike to Starbucks.

Mark Schultz: Issue 2.
Tomorrow I’m driving up to WonderCon. San Francisco is only two hours away and yet this will be my first visit. Initially I thought I’d go to do whatever hype and/or pole dancing was required for Alien Pig Farm. But since the books don’t hit the shelves until April there’s nothing to sign, nothing to hype. So instead I’ve a couple meetings then I’ll hook up with Allen and goof off. Might spend the night. Might not. Playing it by ear.
David Wohl tossed my name out to DC Comics and WildStorm while he was doing the NY ComiCon. He lied about my talent and professionalism enough to get their interest. I spoke with them a couple of days ago about a project they have coming up. It’s a monster project but it’s too early to go into details. We’ll wait until all the relevant papers are signed.
I spoke with Tim Bradstreet about a new RAW project, again too early to mouth off about it.
I’d like to spread my time between movies and comics and see no reason why that isn’t doable.

Today Dean sent me a jpg of a mind blowing piece of art JP recently finished for Dean’s Nightmare Academy. I won’t post the jpg since Dean would likely prefer unavailing it himself when he launches his new site in the coming months. But I can post a picture of JP. That’s him above. And yes, he’s clearly drunk.
So that’s it from dungeon central. I’m gonna set the alarm, curl up with a glass of Baileys, an episode of TiVo’d World Poker Tour and by sunrise I’ll be tooling up to Sunny San Fran. More incoherent ramblings when I return.