It's time to let go of everything I wanted it to be and thought it could be. There are a lot of things I would change about its development, but I wouldn't change the story itself.

It exists. It's out there. It's not perfect, and that's okay.

It's time to tell the next story the best way I can.

The story of The Impossible Doors has been told. And while it's comfortable for me to try to find a way to retell it or find a bigger audience for it, it's simply not the best way forward.

The graphic novel is what it is. I love it, and I am proud of it. It made me a published author. But...

I know it sounds like a manufactured story, but it really happened. I was absolutely floored. Like, how did he even recognize me? My picture isn't in the book. He must have looked me up. Holy shit, am I at that level now?

Sigh. Imposter Syndrome strikes again.

Yep. It's official. Krypto is the best boy.

The zoo in my city only has one in an enclosure. I just want to go in there and hang out with him. He seems chill.

I raise a glass to you, sir. We've all heard of weaponized incompetence, but now we're experiencing weaponized ignorance.

For me, it will be the "eliminating the Department of Education" conversation. Since the DoE is pretty much the only reason my special needs son can get therapy services and an inclusive education in his elementary school.

For me, tomorrow is Thanksgiving dinner with the mostly MAGA side of my family. Your punch would be much appreciated.