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SANDMAN SAYS...

Wow! All I can say right now is... WOW!
Well, I can say some other stuff as well.
What am I talking about?

I'm talking about Neil Gaiman posting the link to TRESE in his blog, that's what I'm talking about.

I emailed Mr. Gaiman last night, inviting him to check out TRESE.
Of course, I was hoping he'd check it out and maybe leave a message on the comments board. Something along the lines of: "Nice." And that would've made me happy.

(I still remember the time I met Dave McKean at the 1994 San Diego Comic-Con and I showed him some of Brandie's artwork for PAYASO. McKean flipped through the pages and muttered, "It's good." So, I called up Brandie and yelled, "DAVE MCKEAN SAID YOUR WORK IS GOOD!!!" If Mark and Brandie ever do finish the PAYASO comic book, we can print it with a blurb that says: "It's good"--Dave McKean.)

Anyway, in the middle of a meeting for a pitch happening in less that 48 hours, I got a text from Jason who said that TRESE got mentioned in Gaiman's blog. But I couldn't leave the meeting. So, there I sat, with a big smile on my face, wishing that meeting be over. As soon as everyone agreed on the direction of the campaign, I ran... no... I hopped, skipped, and jumped to my computer and saw Neil Gaiman's entry, which had the link to the TRESE blog and the note: "I hope people check it out." (Statcounter reveals that thanks to that little mention, the TRESE blog has now been viewed by over 280 people.)

Thank you, thank you, thank you Mr. Gaiman!

(I now need to finish writing the next script of TRESE.)

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