You have to finish things - that's what you learn from, you learn by finishing things.

I wish being a beekeeper, which I am, gave you a free pass on the carbon footprint, but it doesn't.

Work. Home. The pub. Meeting girls. Living in the city. Life. Is that all there is?

I wish I could Buy Time - just write a cheque, and a few days later a brown cardboard box would arrive at the door containing three months (along with an extra bonus sunny weekend for being a good customer).

In comics, collaboration saves your life. How well you can work with an artist, a colorist, a letterer, is how good your comic is.

And so there is magic.

Take one, and you cannot take the other. But neither path is safe. Which way would you walk — the way of hard truths or the way of fine lies?