Let me just say that it’s a good thing I post these pages early. I would have missed posting on Monday if I’d had to do it on Monday. Nice job by Will on digging up the uniforms of the constables in Boldo’s Teeth.
Seriously though, my going away party was insane. Well, it was actually fairly simple, it just involved the better part of a staff of 150 people, all of whom wanted to buy me a shot of whiskey. I have no idea how much I had to drink on Sunday night, but it’s 48 hours later and I’m still feeling a little delicate, so let that tell you something of my night. Let it tell us both, in fact, because I remember very little of it.
There’s only one thing that I can say for sure about that night, and that is that I won’t ever drink like that again. Don’t get me wrong, I survived it. I got up at 11am the next morning and worked a full day in a new bar. If you can’t handle the aftermath, DON’T PARTY. That said, I no longer want to be the guy that handles the aftermath. I’ll still enjoy a drink here and there, but I’m done with nights like that.
That said, I do have a bachelor party to plan for everyone’s favorite artist…
Random thought, but I really like the chandeliers on this page.
I writing this on Thursday afternoon, and even though I haven’t yet finished my time with the Hard Rock, I’m trying to act as though I’m already onto the more writing forward phase of my life. Today (yesterday), I’m going back to efforts that I’d long ago abandoned: I’m trying to get a gig in mainstream comics.
Once upon a time, writing for one of the Big Two was THE goal. It was all that I ever wanted. Now…well, I’ve kind of done it. I’ve written a couple of stories that were published by DC and I’ve written animation for Marvel. Both experiences were SUPER affirming, but neither of them led to the life changing gigs I was hoping for. Harsh realities of the business, kid.
Now, though, things are different. I have a bit more of a résumé now, both in comics and in animation. I have representation. I even have a bit of a reputation. Moreover, I don’t yearn for a Marvel or DC gig like I once did. Nowadays, I just want writing work. The more writing work I do get, the more I can get. I want a regular gig writing so I don’t need a regular gig working in a bar. Don’t get me wrong, writing mainstream superheroes would be a blast, even working under editorial mandates and line-wide events. It’s just not the end all-be all that I used to think it is.
Anyway, wish me luck. I have very little to lose and quite a bit to gain.
I wish I could say that I have insight into the psyche and/or the process of being a sniper. (Actually, I don’t wish that at all…you know what I mean.) Hunter’s inner monologue is purely my own invention, heavily seasoned with the books, comics, and movies I’ve been reading all my life.
I’m gonna take a quick minute here to make one of my occasional pitches for you to support us through Patreon. It’s been on my mind of late because I just posted a recently written short story up there, a story that is really only for the members of my writing group and for our Patrons. I doubt I’ll ever seek publication for it, or for any of the others yet to come, unless I decide that there’s a market for an anthology of my short stories somewhere down the line. (Boy, would that be a nice thing to have to consider.)
Still, I always want stuff like that to entertain SOMEONE, even if the purpose of the writing was simple practice. You can contribute as little as two bucks a month and you’ll get occasional Hunter Black goodies along with original artwork and original stories from Will and me. Plus, that money helps us to pay Jacob, and that’s never a bad thing.
So I asked Will how he liked this sequence, and his response was, “Man, it’s just cool to draw HUNTER again.” It’s been a while. Sidebar: Am I the only one thinking of Grifter in that final panel?
Only six more working days and then I am likely done with the Hard Rock Cafe forever. This might not seem like a big deal to most, but I’ve worked there going on 28 years, so it’s certainly a big deal to ME.
75% of the reason for my departure is to focus on the writing in a way that I thus far have not been able to. I’m not exactly independently wealthy, so I’m going back to tending bar, but it’s a new place where I won’t have any roots. I can just go in there and not have to be more than a great bartender. I won’t have to take my work home with me, I won’t have to work 50-60 hour weeks. I can actually focus on writing as a career rather than an aspiration.
(What about the other 25%, you ask? 28 years is a long time to do anything. Even if I didn’t have the writing to focus on, I’d probably need the change.)
One more week. Eight days from now, I’ll be on to a new chapter in career and my life. I’m eager, almost impatient. I’m not a fan of long goodbyes.