FYI: I finished Echo #29 early this morning and sent it to Brenner the printer. After a few hours of what I would describe as a brief coma, because it was way too deep to be called sleep, I woke and read the print out of the story. And I have to say, I like it! That’s good, since it took me five weeks to make it.
Look for this chilly cover in a couple of weeks at your beloved comic book store.
SiP sequel vs ECHO sequel vs New Series… Decision This Week
With Echo ending next issue, I have been trying to decide what to do for the next series. If I don’t blow up the world in Echo 30, I could easily write a sequel but, come on, how maw many chances do you get to blow up the world? Awfully tempting… and I’m weak, WEAK, I tell you.
A couple of weeks ago, just for fun, I posted this question on Twitter and Facebook: What would you choose: a sequel to SiP or a sequel to Echo?
The response was terrific because Echo has an enthusiastic following and it has earned a place in the hearts of SiP readers. Many readers answered both or some sort of crossover, but the overwhelming majority voted for SiP, with the caveat that I not ruin the Happily Ever After ending to the previous series. This last point was hugely important to voters… Don’t screw with Francine & Katchoo’s happiness! And I couldn’t agree more. We all have way too much time invested in that, don’t we? Still, the majority of SiP voters said they were suffering from “Katchoo withdrawal”.
This doesn’t mean I will make a sequel to SiP. No promises. Just… I have ideas. That being said, I also have some kick-ass NEW characters and story ideas just waiting for their chance to join the literary race. They are very insistent, some of them are VERY cute, and I am listening.
So… I have to solicit the new series with Diamond on Thursday. I have until then to make up my mind. Think about me, send good vibrations and whatever floats your protons this way. When I’ve made the decision, you will hear it here first!
Send bribes to me c/o Arkham Asylum, Gotham City. Don’t send chocolate, the guards eat it.