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"Our day job was advertising. we did some pretty crappy advertising wrok! Neal Adam's Continuity Associates was a real halfway house for all of us; he would give us grunt work and we got, like, ten bucks an hour, and comics became something people did almsot as an avocation." That was a time when people really were in comics for no reason other than love of the medium." -- Frank Miller, from EISNER/MILLER (Dark Horse)

Well, it seems like I'm on the right path. I've got the day job, now all I need to do is get the comic book gig.

When I got this job I tried my best to still keep busy and active with doing comic books. So, far have been able to published three stories in the past six years. I should consider myself lucky.

It's funny-- I now work with three guys who used to do comic books and one guy who used to do children's books. You'd think we'd be able to sneak in some comic book pages during our free time. (Well, Carl worked with us for two weeks, so he knows that there's not much free time happening with this day job.)

Anyway, if you're not doing much this weekend, the EISNER/MILLER is a nice book to bring to Starbucks and read. Feels like listening to two friends talk about the one thing they love: comic books. They talk about the art, the business side, what they think is wrong with it, and where it's going.

EINSER/MILLER is now available in Comic Quest.

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