A big ol' box showed up at the house over the weekend, filled with finished copies of Monster Attack Network in all it's giant-monster-stomping glory. The funny feeling showed up because it's done and in hand.
It had been waiting, hovering at various stages of completion for so long, that to see it completed has got me feeling a bit separation anxiety-ish. (Which, in case you're wondering, is a little like fluish, with a lot less mucus discharge.)
And, to top it off, it's got me nervous about the future. M.A.N. was, to me, kind of like a yet-to-be-released laurel we could rest on. Regardless of whatever else we were working on, we always had the "And our graphic novel will be coming out, sooner rather than later" in our hip pocket. And now, everything's out of the barn. Not counting some anthology work that's in various stages, we've got no "major" works on the runway.
Wait. I know what this is: Empty nest syndrome. We'd best get to making some more babies.
2 comments:
Time for MONSTER ATTACK NETWORK: I DON'T HEAR THE FAT LADY SINGING YET.
MONSTER ATTACK NETWORK: IT LAID *WHAT* ON MY HOUSE?
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