Once More Unto the Breach
or: That Old Gang-O-Mine
Good morning campers. Uncle Smitty is back from the dead. The flu was the three day variety, as fast as it was brutal. Still, I got to sneak in some Zelda while shivering under the blankies. brrr.
The Uncanny X-Men is hitting a milestone. I don't know if they're renumbering but what is essentially the 600th issue is coming up and your's truly was asked if he'd like to play by contributing a variant cover.
My response was either the usual gang of idiots or the Morlocks (the only villains indigenous to my run) Editor Mike Martz chose the latter. His only directive was, given todays socio-political climate, we refrain from plastering "hell" on the cover. Good call, Mike. What was I thinking? Still, I want to say it without saying it and so I go with the allusion to Dante's Inferno.
There comes a time in every piece I do where I'm convinced I've killed it. It's just part of the process. You'd think I'd be used to it by now. This was far worse than most but, so far, everyone tells me I'm nuts so, what do I know.