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And Why Should Anyone Care?

The real answer to that question is there is no reason for anybody to care about who I am. Other than myself, naturally.

But I am moving ever forward towards my goal of a comics writing and editing career.

Besides, when I wrote a charming little piece entitled Why It Fails When Fangirls Attack (http://www.comicswaitingroom.com/vince2.html) last year, it showed that some of people cared about what I wrote. It was mostly slings and arrows. Yet it showed that, with the right topic, I could reach people. And, whenever I engage in the new fad of Googling oneself, that column still turns up as the most popular item under my name.

Not bad for a novice.

As it will come out next week in my column, Omnium Gatherum, my attempt at a large scale format covering a number of topics hasn't gone as well as I would have liked. I don't hide the fact that I'm often out of touch with the rest of the world. I'm still buying CDs while everyone else I know is buying MP3s. So I want more people to read my column. Yet I want to talk about all kinds of subjects, whatever strikes my fancy.

How to do that?

Well, duh, by entering the late 20th century and starting up a blog.

So, here I am.

And so it begins.

In the days to come, I hope to give anyone out there reading this a reason to care about what I say.

In the meantime, check out myspace.com/10_worlds_studio. That's the page for my partners in crime, showcasing our new comic, Lazarus: Immortal Coils. It's coming to a comics shop near you by the end of June. A couple of reviews are online and things are looking good.

Thanks for your time.

Namaste, y'all.

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