We all have those songs – the ones that dripped into our ears while the world burned. The ones that fed us when we couldn’t eat.
This song is everything. It is all I have.
I lean on those songs when I’m searching for something, to anchor me to a boy who had no idea what he was doing, but could find words with great ease. The boy lives in the melodies of these songs. He is fearless and sad. He is an idiot.
We can’t begin to tell you how we’re excited to watch new episodes of Doctor Who that don’t have Stephen Moffat’s fingerprints all over them.
Not only that, we’re pleased to announce that after this season of shows wraps up later in the year, we’ll be returning in January with two episodes a month – every month – until the next series of the show airs. No breaks! Only booze.
Quite a few years ago, in the days before Variant Editionopened, my pal James and I ran a little website called Comics! The Blog. In it’s heyday, it ran at least two articles a day, every weekday, and managed to get a small, if not surprising amount of creators popping in to offer a bit of thanks for talking about their work.
The whole thing was quite the undertaking, one filled with optimism, as the site’s only two rules were simple: talk about things that you love, and be sure to be offer constructive criticism when addressing problems. Since then, I know I’ve definitely fallen away from talking about the things that I love (at least online), so part of this refocus of Submet is going to be about putting forward more joy into the world.
Every time I decide to take another run at making Submet an ongoing concern, I go through the same process. I spend days and days putting together a schedule, set it a few months in advance… and then swiftly watch the days go by while I accomplish nothing. This time, I brought Danica in on the process, and she definitely provided the extra focus I needed to really work through my goals.
One of the things she suggested was that we need to have our posts reflect a good work/life balance, which for me, means no posting about comic book industry stuff… unless it’s being crossposted from places that make more sense in terms of “work”.
I find it impossible to write these days, and I have a lot of places to place blame. The store. A lack of time. A glowing box in my hand.
A lack of talent.
The real reason is simple: I find it impossible to write, because I lack the discipline to do so. Every few months I build up a head of steam and try to make a go of regularity. A small bump in the road, and that derails and snowballs, until I stare at my phone, stare at the clock, look around the store, stare at my computer and mutter to myself, “this is impossible”.
But writing is not impossible, it is only improbable.
And so here I am once more, with a promise to write, improbable as that is.