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When you open a comic book you’ll see that the pictures are drawn in little boxes. These boxes are called panels. The spaces in between the panels are called gutters. Right now it feels I’m stuck right there, somewhere in between all the action that’s happening in the comic book industry. Stuck in the gutters.

Last Saturday, after everyone got their “airtime” at Dundee’s place, the guys turned the spotlight to me and asked what was up with me. They’ve been hearing me rant about “HAVING TO DO SOMETHING BEFORE TURNING 30” these past couple of weeks.

So I told. Told them my plans and why I was planning to what I said I’d do. And they all had suggestions on what I should I do. They had questions. I gave answers. I really want to get things done. And then move on to other stuff. Tell other stories.

Early this week, I found out that something’s brewing in the corners of the local comic book scene. Actually, some of it isn’t just brewing—it’s already done!

We used to know about these things. We’d find out before they even started. Heck, some of them came to Cyber Café to show their stuff. But not anymore. I’m stuck in the gutters and there’s all this action happening in the panels.

There’s stuff happening online and a whole lot happening offline. Heard that one of the guys from Alamat finally got his break to do a foreign comic book. Took him several years but he finally did it. He left Alamat because he just thought things were not working out the way it should work out. Well, he’s finally doing a comic book and the rest of us are still trying.

The fourth quarter of the year should be an exciting time for local comic books, if everyone’s plans go well. Let’s see. Hope it all happens. Hope it all comes together.

I just feel like… the playground’s gotten bigger… and all the kids are playing in the bigger, better part it and I’ve been left behind on the old swing.

You know what I mean?

Anyway, I’ve got six months til November.

Lots of time.
Not enough time.

Wish I could take a time-out from work so I can have time to write.

Wish.



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