So I've been getting a lot of email asking me about the process of staging the cover photo for the upcoming The Black Diamond
trade. Here's what really happened:
It wasn't staged, at all. Mimi and I were driving over to Adobe one Saturday when she was eight months pregnant, so I was driving like a little old lady. She was even giving me a hard time about it, because we were in a part of town that is just dead on weekends and there's no one around and I'm stopping at four-way intersections and looking both ways five times and just being a nervous-dad-to-be.
So we're driving under that interchange (there's even more stuff going on out of frame; it's just a mass of metal) and she suddenly yells Stop!
at the top of her lungs. Well, I just jam on the brakes and crap my pants because I think I've hit something or something is going to hit us or her water broke prematurely or aliens have invaded or they're bringing back Max Headroom
or we have to change all the money in our pockets into Euros for a quick trip out of the country or something. Like I said: nervous-dad-to-be.
Fortunately, I was only driving, like, three miles per hour, so we hardly even lurched.
"Expletive-laden ungrammatical outburst!" I say, "Expletive!" or something similar.
Look over there, she says.
What, I say, as I am a genius.
It's The Black Diamond
movie poster, she says.
...and no kidding, there's Dr. Don's car, right under The Black Diamond.
So we snap a pic and throw it on the cover of the trade.
Sometimes making comics is just that easy.