Tell Me I'm Wrong!

I keep forgetting to spell check my pages. While I'm fairly competent in the spelling department, I have a terror of typos - always have. I would get these HUGE poster jobs where they wanted me to had letter 5,000 words over a watercolor, and all I would be able to think about is the inevitable phone call telling me I misspelled Mississippi.

Now technology has me in its grip, and I have a system where everything is saved in multiple versions. So, if I make a boo-boo, let me know - it will save me sooooo much time and embarrassment when I finally go to - dare I say it - print?

Oh, and thanks for all your patience with the pages of exposition I've been throwing out. The action starts......now!

Jeffrey and kids

It would be an exaggeration to say that Jeffrey was beloved by children everywhere. Truthfully, he was always cautious around kids and I think that children sense that. One thing for sure is that he was always considerate and as nice as he could be, and tried to treat children with respect. Not the big, loud, hand waving kind of "hey kids, let's all have fun!" kind of thing. It was more like he would listen respectfully and try to be honest with them. So, he was never the funny character some adults perceived him as; just another big kid that they could talk to and hang out with.

And he never, never missed sending his niece a card and a present on a birthday or holiday.

What a Great Time!

My first comic con as an exhibitor was a fantastic experience! So many exiting things to tell you about, but first I must collapse from Exhaustion. Here's one photo with my booth-mate Teresa Roberts Logan - she of Laughing RedHead Studios

Okay, Let Me Be Perfectly Clear

I loved Jeffrey, but he DID have some size issues. I could sympathize, because I have them as well, but I would still tease him from time to time, like guys do. This page tries to capture that essence, BUT...

Jeffrey never had trouble fitting into any seat he tried to. It was something to see - he would grunt and shove, but he always made it in. I was always worried he would get kicked off of airplanes or buses, but it never happened. I realized that this was an aspect of his desire to fit in - literally. He wanted to be accepted, and not treated like someone who needed help or couldn't manage on his own.

So, if sometimes his body conquered his will - like when he was passing a Dunkin Doughnuts - in the end, it was always his will that won out.

Happy New Year!

...or l'shana tova, as you would say if you were Jewish. I am not, but Jeffrey was (more on that story later, I promise) and he was very concerned about participating in his shul. I went to services tonight, not because I participate in dogma, but because they're a wonderful crowd of people at the Temple and besides, my daughter just joined the choir. A number of people asked about Master Jeffrey and were excited to see the first pages come out.

When he was particularly worried about how things were going or what to do, Jeffrey would say to me " I gotta be a mensch" which is a German/Yiddish word meaning a good and outstanding person. I hope his spirit knows that by his inspiration for this project, Jeffrey will always be a mensch to me.

Getting a LITTLE caught up

Woof! Lots getting done, but lots more to do!

The next time I try to draw something that complicated, somebody PLEASE stop me. I have no idea how all those guys like Jack Kirby and Geof Darrow can draw stuff like that. When I was in high school I could sit and doodle in details for hours at a time, but now everything is rush, rush.

Baltimore Comic-Con is coming together - see you at Booth A239, where I'll have free stuff and a chance to win a part in the next Mastery Jeffrey adventure. Look for the big hairy skull!

And now it begins

I know what you all are thinking... well, some of you. Well, a couple of you, not counting the naughty ones (see me after class, please.)

The slow start is intentional, and was supposed to happen a month ago. I'm still figuring out so much all at once! New techniques, new tech, and lest we forget, Baltimore Comic-Con in...HOLY CROW, I'VE GOT TO GET STUFF DONE!

Anyway, be patient. If I had my way, I'd just give you all 124 pages right away, but then how would you learn about patience? How would you learn persistence? How would I soak you all for stuff if you never had to come back? You see, I'm only thinking of you.