About The Anons

I got a lot of kind messages and posts from very nice people who were a bit upset at the crappy things anons routinely send me here on Tumblr.  A bunch of them asked me how I handle it.

So, I’ll tell you the truth. It’s rough, it’s really rough. 

Honestly, sometimes they upset me so much I can barely giddily get to my computer to do the job I have dreamed of doing my entire life, where the biggest publishers in comics and prose pay me well and offer me far more wonderful opportunities than I can possibly take. So hard!

And seriously, I spend SO much time thinking about these anons that I can barely enjoy all the appearances and store signings where I get to travel all over the world in some of the most beautiful cities and countries anywhere,  and meet thousands of lovely readers who bring so much joy into my life, I can’t even explain it. Oh, the tragedy! 

And some days? Why, I can be so traumatized that I can barely make it to my grueling job, where I take the assignments I want, when I choose, and am forced to write on my back porch in the sunshine while wearing pajamas and drinking iced tea. It’s rough, guys. So rough.

And of course, we all know that these anons are clearly doing their dream jobs and topping the New York Times best-selling graphic novel list five times instead of the measly four times I have done that. Some days, the shame is overwhelming. 

I guess what I’m saying is, I muddle through somehow, despite the pain. 

Have to go, I have some Red Sonja pages I can’t wait to write and then my adorable husband is making lobster for dinner. 

I’ll struggle through somehow, I swear it!