I'm A Fan Myself, So I Try

I Run Blindly Through The Madhouse ... And I Cannot Even Pray ... For I Have No God.

Afraid? Batman's Not Afraid Of Anything. It's Me. I'm Afraid. I'm Afraid That The Joker May Be Right About Me. Sometimes…i Question The Rationality Of My Actions. And I’m Afraid That When I Walk Through Those Asylum Gates... When I Walk Into Arkham And The Doors Close Behind Me... It’ll Be Just Like Coming Home.

I Was Always Interested In Myths Growing Up. So, First I Got Into Some Roman Myths, Then I Was Interested In Norse, Then Celtic, Then I Started Spreading To All The Other Mythologies.

It Surprises Me Constantly That My Sometimes-unorthodox Approach Has Such A Large Following, But I'm Very Grateful To My Readers For Allowing Me To Continue Writing 10 Or 12 Hours A Day.

My Art School Rejection Letter Arrived As A Cold Manila Fist That Closed Around My Fragile Hopes ... The Fear Was Practically Edible. Nothing Would Happen Unless I Get Out And Make It Happen. Then, As If Handling Me The Keys To The Jet Pack, My Dad Bought Me A Typewriter And A Taped Message To The Inside Of Its Case: "son - The World Is Waiting To Hear From You".