It’s Mostly Just You Have To Convince

In The World Of The Superheroes, Everything Had Value, Potential, Mystery. Any Person, Thing, Or Object Could Be Drafted Into Service In The Struggle Against Darkness And Evil - Remade As A Weapon Or A Warrior Or A Superhero. Even A Little Bee Named Michael - After God's Own Avenging Angel - Could Pitch In To Win The Battle Against Wickedness.

Reality And Unreality Have No Clear Distinction In Our Present Circumstances.

I Love 'batman.' I Love The Adam West 'batman.' I Love The Animated 'batman.' The Character Of Batman Can Encompass Any Interpretation, Which Is What Makes That Character So Brilliant And Why It's Survived So Many Different Media.

Burnout Is Grist To The Mill. I Write Every Day, For Most Of The Day, So It's Just About Turning Into Metaphor Whatever's Going On In My Life, In The World, And In My Head. Every Nightmare, Every Moment Of Grief Or Joy Or Failure, Is A Moment I Can Convert Into Cash Via Words.

Superhero Science Has Taught Me This: Entire Universes Fit Comfortably Inside Our Skulls. Not Just One Or Two But Endless Universes Can Be Packed Into That Dark, Wet, And Bony Hollow Without Breaking It Open From The Inside. The Space In Our Heads Will Stretch To Accommodate Them All. The Real Doorway To The Fifth Dimension Was Always Right Here. Inside. That Infinite Interior Space Contains All The Divine, The Alien, And The Unworldly We’ll Ever Need.