Til the Last Hemlock Dies

In some ways, December is the worst part of the year for me. Because I work for USPS I can't take any annual leave (even if I had any le...

Hhere are some pop music, video, films, and experiences that make me think of Christmas, even though they're not actually Christmas-them...

Did some horse-trading and picked up some books. One for my collection and three to sell. Three Kirby greatness and one Ditko genius. Th...

I went to attend the local Charlotte Comicon today. I'm usually a guest there and I always get a kick out of attending. Lots of old com...

Normally, I love the holidays. Right now...not so much. I haven't been out of the city in a while. Under usual circumstances I can get o...

We're planning a trip back to the Peaks of Otter soon. The Lodge has reopened under new management. I wasn't sure that it would, bu...

There's a term around these days that quite actually makes me ill. It's " indie writer ". What it's supposed to mean a...

A cold, lingering rain today while I sit inside and write. So...photos of warmth and sunshine. Jenny Lake, Grand Tetons National Park. ...

Of the two titles that Ditko took to DC, I think the best one (and the one closest to his heart) must have been BEWARE THE CREEPER. To ...

There was a time when it took skill to sell a novel and see it meet the light of print. Once there were writers who earned their way to publ...

Flattery be damned. In 1954-55, the hottest comic on the newsstands was MAD, from EC Comics. Almost everyone publishing comics books wanted ...

When it came specifically to Spider-Man and, to an almost equal extent, The Creeper, I always felt that Ditko was doing his best to equal, i...