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.

4:26 a.m.
Colonel Doom is starting to creep me out.

I’ve learned a lot about myself through this process.  First, I love Bawls Energy Drink, but only the root beer flavor.  The blue Bawls taste like Zima. 

I’ve also learned that when I put my mind to something I can accomplish a little and then my focus changes. 

I’ve learned that ptereodactyls are not technically dinosaurs and that Napoleon was afraid of cats.  Maine is the toothpick capital of the world according to a website I don’t believe.  I’ve suddenly remembered how angry I was when Ben Nelson used his gubernatorial power to name milk as Nebraska’s state beverage.  Damn it, Ben, quit cozying up to the dairy lobby and recognize Kool Aid for what it is.

7:30 p.m.
Jim Doom left and returned.  He says Burger King refreshed his spirit.  The rest of our spirits are still in the process of slow rot.  

I just finished page 5 and have hit a road block.

Colonel Doom finished his script and is drawing faster than I’ve ever seen anyone draw.

I’m not going to ask the others about their progress.