A Little Apology, and a Lotta Gratitude (Ferret/Shower Cap)
Hey folks,
I want to do something a little different tonight.
So yeah...first let me apologize real quick for the recent wonkiness of the blog schedule. There’s been some real life stuff, and honestly I’m still trying to adjust to the Dem-primary-driven news cycle; the Republican fuckery that I cover here has kinda faded into the background a bit, especially with President Shitstain traveling abroad.
Anyway, this week, the real life stuff has centered largely around that comic book I’ve been telling y’all about. The physical copies arrived just yesterday, and I’m headed to C2E2, one of the largest comic conventions in the country, this weekend, to see if I can’t get the book in the hands of an editor or two. To finally take the first real steps towards achieving a dream I’ve had since I was a kid; a career writing comics.
And I have y’all to thank for that.
I never planned on having a blog, let alone anything as specific as a Shart Jokes About a Fuckhead Criminal President blog, but after two years and change, I’m mighty damn glad this thing worked out. Because this silly stack of juvenile poo gags has, oddly enough, changed my whole dang life.
Cliff notes version here, a lack of confidence has been one of, if not the single biggest obstacle in my life. I’m sure many of you can identify; that nagging little voice that tells you not to bother starting the new project, or taking the big risk, because you’re a piece of shit and you’ll fail anyway, so why fuckin’ bother? That voice is lying, no-good, turd-gargling, sumbitch, but...boy howdy it sure can scream loud, can’t it?
And it’s held me back for...well, just about my entire life.
Until y’all came around.
I can’t understate what the response to this blog has meant to me. It’s truly amazing what a steady diet of kind words and encouragement can do for a human soul. With each comment, or retweet, or private message, you start to believe, more and more, “hey, maybe I have a lil’ somethin’ to offer after all.” And the voice screaming “you’re wasting your time, loser” finally starts to fade into the background.
So please allow me to thank you for that. All of your supportive feedback over the years (holy fuck it’s been YEARS) has made me a stronger person than I’ve ever been, and frankly a stronger person than I ever imagined I could be. Who knew referring to the President of the United States as a “shartcannon” could have such restorative, invigorating, Chicken Soup for the Fake Superhero’s Soul effects?
Anyway, moving on, the All-New, All-Confident, Me took the plunge, and made the comic, and came to y’all, hat in hand, asking you to support the book via Kickstarter. And I didn’t know what to expect. Y’all don’t owe me shit; I just told you what I’m getting out of writing this blog. I got a transformed life, and now I’m asking for money, too? What a greedy bastard, right?
Going in, I figured I’d be lucky to sell 20 copies, but by the end of the Kickstarter, I had orders for more than 250, mostly from readers of this blog. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve your generosity, but again, from the bottom of my drunken, profane, masked-and-bathrobed heart, I thank you. I can’t wait to get the book out to everyone who ordered it. And I can’t wait to start delivering the new Rogues pages and letters some of you ordered.
Ok. Enough mushy shit. I’m gonna get back to the regularly scheduled format tomorrow night, because I’ve got the con this weekend. Beyond that, again, I’m trying to navigate a different type of news cycle, so bear with me if I’m not as regular as I’ve been.
Stay safe out there, Resisters. I love you all!
(If you feel like visiting the site, here you go: http://showercapblog.com/a-little-apology-and-a-lotta-gratitude/)
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And one hell of a writer ...
I am so proud of you ... keep reaching for the stars
You have mad 
skills. I appreciate you. Best of luck.
And good luck at the con! 
She said it so much better than I could!
We definitely love you!
