My apologies for the pop-over ad that some of you encountered on Digger in the last couple of days–those aren’t supposed to happen, but occasionally one slips through the net. The group that handles my advertising has been contacted, and hopefully it won’t happen again!

Just to shamelessly plug a bit, my book “Dragonbreath” a comic-text hybrid for kids (but hopefully fun for the whole family) is available for pre-order from Barnes & Noble!

Dragonbreath at B&N

It’s been up at Amazon for a bit now…

Dragonbreath at Amazon

I admit, I’m starting to get excited about the release! Since I did the thing…god, most of a year ago…it seems bizarre that it’s only now coming out. I’ve already finished the sequel and I’m working on the third book in the trilogy as we speak.

So very odd.

My buddy Jay, fellow member of the NCWCCC comic group, has a spiffy comic called “Mysteries of the Arcana.”

It is almost completely and totally unlike Digger in any way, but that can be said of most comics, so go check it out!

Somebody had commented that Helix was not mentioned in the comic since 2007. Actually, that’s an artifact of the re-dating process when I switched Digger to wordpress…the original mention of Helix went up in July of 2005.

I’ve been planning this for awhile, but it wasn’t until I went back and checked the dates that I realized just how LONG. Since the comic began in late 2003, that was like…two thirds of the comic ago, which kinda blows my mind a little.

I have GOT to learn to write short stories.

So t’other night, my boyfriend and love of my life got a kidney stone.

If you’ve never had a kidney stone, count yourself lucky–the pain is generally rated somewhere past childbirth, torture, and slow decapitation. I had to drive him to the ER, while he lay in fetal position in my back seat.

This was not pleasant, needless to say, moreso because we didn’t know for sure it was a kidney stone and I was basically doing seventy down a dark country road in the rain praying “Oh sweet Ganesh, let him not have a burst appendix.”

Up until the drive, I’d been holding it together pretty well. There was the next thing to be done, and the next thing to be done. Get his kids ready to go to their mother’s. Call their mother to take them. Get Kevin down to the car. Etc. Once I got in the car, though, there wasn’t anything to do next but drive, and my brain, which had been very tightly focused, relaxed, and started to fall apart.

“Stop that!” I told myself, feeling the snivelling coming on. “This isn’t productive!”

My brain continued to snivel.

“This is not helping!” I told it.

The brain was unmoved.

“Would Digger do this?” I demanded.

And my brain…shut up. Nope, Digger wouldn’t snivel. Digger would rise to the occasion. Surely I was not to be out done by a figment of my imagination!

As coping mechanisms go, it’s arguably a bit disfunctional, but hey, whatever works.

Kevin is doing well now, resting reasonably comfortably. Stone hasn’t passed yet, but the pain’s nowhere near the double-over-and-vomit range, so he’s much happier.