I don’t claim to be a competent writer by any stretch of the imagination. Honestly, I sort of fell into this role, and Nick put the faith in me to help guide his project and to help him build an audience for his work.

In the almost year we’ve been working on Dead of Summer, I’ve learned a lot of things, and we’ve had nothing but a blast doing this comic. And in the process of this 3 a week schedule, Nick’s learned more about sequential art, I’ve learned more about the art of comic writing, and somewhere we gained an audience. And with this, we’ve both grown, and continue to grow.

But there hasn’t been a comic more difficult to write or work on than today’s. Death is an odd subject, one that’s been kind of thrown around in an almost comedic style here since it’s inception. Undead come and go, hell, Len shot himself and we wrote a suicide gag. But once Nick handed me the art for today’s page, I knew we had something different.

I’ve never really been one to think much about Death. It happens, all part of the cycle. But to write, even fictionally, a portrayal of your own demise? Truly throws you for a loop. I went through about 8 different versions of the dialogue for today’s comic, and I hope I haven’t impacted the moment too much. This is going to be one of the comics that sticks with me. I hope it does for you too.

We’ll be back Monday with number 103.