The Sun Has Risen


7:56 a.m.
It’s almost 8 o’clock.  The birds are singing.  Inside Krypton Comics you wouldn’t know, but I stepped outside a moment ago.  It’s going to be a beautiful day.  I may never sleep again.

Colonel Doom has finished drawing and is in the process of inking.  Jim Doom has also finished drawing and is catching up on his ink chores.  Fin Fang Doom is currently drawing an invisible force bubble repelling a dozen 40 ton megawatt nuclear bombs.  He’s adopted a strange vocabulary for discussing his comics.  I don’t want to go into it.  Doom DeLuise has reached page 22.  His story has taken yet another unexpected turn.  It’s as if M. Night Shyamalan and six of his clones collaborated on a masterpiece.  I, Doom, Where’s My Car am taking a moment to reflect on what has transpired and what is yet to come in my story before I commit to drawing the last nine pages.  True, I have four more hours, and that’s more than enough time if I really get to it, but genius should not be rushed or forced so I’m going to put off completion.  I’ve failed the challenge?  No.  The challenge failed me, but I’m not disappointed in the challenge.  I think the challenge and I have fallen in love.