The best thing about going to Comic-Con is catching up with friends—such as my pals Mike and Lisa Pascale. This year I have to pass, but I’ll be back next year!
I first attended the San Diego Comic-Con—now renamed “Comic-Con International—in 1974. And I’ve gone most years since then.
But I’m skipping the con this year.
Instead, I’m staying home to work on a book. I’m not ready to talk about the book yet. (Call it the “Mystery Project” for now.) But I’m tremendously excited about it. And, in order to find time to write it, I need to cut something from my schedule. So <Sob!> I’m cutting Comic-Con this year.
Next year, though, I plan to be back!
Me with a closeup of one of the new full-color shirts I’ll be selling at the RT Booklover’s Convention in Atlanta, May 3-5.
For the third time in four years, I’ll have a vendor’s table at the RT Booklover’s Convention. This time the con (for romance writer’s and fans) will be in Atlanta. This’ll be my first visit to Atlanta. So when not at the con, I’ll be touristing the heck out of the city!
—March. 2-5, 2017: Meet Last Kiss creator John Lustig at Emerald City Comicon (Seattle) at the Northwest Press exhibit, Booth #1719.
Double click the page to enlarge it.
Earlier this week I posted a Last Kiss comic that used art from the opening panel of “The Gay Deception.” Although I’ve posted individual panels from this story several times, I got an interesting response this time. I started getting requests from fans who wanted to read the whole story.
Originally drawn by the Vince Colletta Studio for FIRST KISS #8 (1959), this tale was almost certainly written by Joe Gill and it has a plot that has repeatedly shown up in romance comics and rom-com movies through the ages: The fake date! Or is it really a fake?
So here it is. I hope you enjoy it. Please double click the images to enlarge them.
On Nov. 7 I had my brain reamed out. Or, at least, that’s what it felt like.
I had septoplasty—a surgery to fix my deviated septum and enlarge my nasal passages. Now that sounds complicated. But really it’s a simple procedure requiring a sledgehammer and a drill bit big enough to unclog a storm sewer.
After my nasty nasals were straightened and cleared, two plastic stints (three to four inches long—no exaggeration) were inserted into my nose and the airway beyond to keep things in place.
A week later, the stints were removed. But by then I’d developed an allergic reaction to the post-op antibiotic I was on . The result—a massive rash over most of my body.
The rash is now gone. And the stints are out. But, until the swelling goes down, I won’t really know if I’m breathing better and if it was all worth it.
On the plus side, though, my pal Mark Monlux did the above comic for me.
What makes it so perfect is that—like Kathy Bates (in the movie MISERY)—my wife Shelagh is a nurse. Fortunately, I received much better care from my live-in nurse than James Caan did in that movie.