I moved into a new home. Packed books, clothes, books. I have a lot of books and not much else, a couple of shirts. Moving can feel scary, is scary. New rooms, ceilings, floors, rooms again. I have a lot of dusty graphic novels. Looking through them reminded me that Frank Miller used to be awesome: Sin City, Hard Boiled, Dark Knight, Ronin. And Geoff Darrow's art is insane. I used to read Fables. Fables was fantastic. Comics are an expensive habit, can't keep it up anymore. I was obsessed with Warren Ellis. I read Crooked Little Vein. I received the first proof of my book the other day, it's going to be about 140 pages, probably a little longer. I wondered how typed pages translated into print and formation. Now I know.