Several months back, or so it seems, I did an interview with Andrew Farago (andrewfarago) for The Comics Journal. Like all Journal interviews, it was (or at least it felt) pretty exhaustive, and Andrew was great to talk to, and all-in-all, I think it came out well, and I even managed to avoid saying anything I was sure I'd regret later. I can't speak for Steve Lieber, who was also interviewed by Andrew for the same issue, but I can guarantee that Steve had more interesting and insightful things to say than I did.

Excerpts of both interviews have been posted, and they'll be available in their entirety in The Comics Journal #287, which, I am told by Mister Farago himself, most likely hits shelves...uh, today, actually.

The timing on this is interesting. I've been in a slump for the last six-to-eight weeks or so, dealing with a variety of issues related to writing in general, and my writing in particular. Continued frustrations in dealing with people who really ought to know how to do their jobs properly, for instance, and the lethargy that seems to always set in just in time to really complicate the already exceptionally complicated rush into the holidays. I don't know if it's just SAD from living in the PNW during weather like this (and for a wonderful write-up on just how, uh...wet it's been for some folks, take a look at mercuryeric's journal) or something else, but, like clockwork, my mood and my productivity both go to Hell in a handbasket around my birthday.

I was in LA on personal business the last two days, and I got to spend some time with my brother and his bride, and I got to see Andrew and Xtie, and that was good for the soul, especially opposite the contortions I've been going through the last several weeks. I feel better. I've made some decisions. One of them is that I'm not renewing my exclusive with DC. Others less deserving of announcement at the moment, but of no less import to myself and my family.

And last night was the beginning of the Festival of Lights, and for all the crap that swirls around the historical truth behind the holiday, it's still wonderful to fill your home with candles and to light them eight nights in a row until there's a riot of tiny, dancing flames reflecting in the windows. One solution to seasonal affective disorder, at least.

Steve Lieber sent out an email this evening reporting that the Mercury Studios blog had been violated by spammers.

At his request, and frankly, as a fan of the now-entitled Periscope Studios, I am spreading the information that, 1) the old address of mercurystudio.blogspot.com should be avoided, and 2) if you want the goods on Periscope, you should go here, which will see you safely into the arms of the fine artists at Periscope Studios.