I’m a lists kind of guy. You know, that means my schedule is covered in little bullet-points, post-its and to-do lists. If I didn’t write it down then it probably won’t get done. I don’t know if this is the right way to go through life or if it’s just a system I’ve adapted to but this is how I accomplish things, and I accomplish a lot.

There is a hierarchy of goals: big dreams (but difficult to accomplish) all the way down to very easy things to accomplish. I try to focus on small, achievable goals because those are the kinds I tend to pull off. If they lead up to a big dream type of goal all the better. But I’m mostly just trying to get a small action down on my calendar that I can do right now. That’s how I get scripts written, ideas executed out to some kind of finish and it’s how I’ve completed all sixteen of my graphic novels.

Making goals that can be accomplished right now that lead to a big dream goal is how those big dream goals get done in my life. I don’t end up going to the gym most weekdays for four years by making a goal like “Go to the gym for four years” I do it by writing a goal out like “set alarm for 4:30am”. I can set an alarm right now. I have no idea if I can do it for four years. I have a dream goal of making twenty graphic novels in ten years. I have no idea if I can pull that off, but I know I can ink two pages today.


Why I have Favorite Fans

September 7, 2016

Everyone feels like an outsider at some point. I learned that in my teens when I felt like a geek, uncomfortable in my own skin. The isolation, being 6’8″, there had to be something wrong with me and I thought I was the only one. Then I talked to the Prom Queen, the Football Star and the Straight “A” Student and they were all crushed under the feeling that there was something seriously wrong with them… to a point that one of them was contemplating suicide.

Show me someone who has it all together and I’ll show you someone I’m generally not interested in. It’s not that people who have it together have it easy, it’s that I don’t have anything to offer them. They don’t need me and my fragile, traditional male ego needs to be needed or I will shrivel up and die.

So I’m at Comicon and I have normal-people fans, and then I have my favorite fans: they drive up in wheelchairs and can barely talk through drool, pour out every plot point of my books in a row to a point that I can tell the fan is sporting either Aspergers, Autism or Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I love my slow readers, sweaty fat kids and the socially crippled to a point that they can’t finish a sentence. I love-love-LOVE them! Why?

When I was in 7th grade I read the entire book of Luke in a teen Bible study. It’s one thing to feel like a freak among normal kids at school, but I even felt like an outsider in my own church youth group. That’s being an outsider among the outsiders. It struck me that I would always feel a little off, and it wasn’t really the rest of the world’s fault. It was me. But I read the book of Luke and chapter 14, verse 12-14 stuck in my head, hopefully forever:

“12 And He also went on to say to the one who had invited Him, “When you give a luncheon or a dinner, do not invite your friends or your brothers or your relatives or rich neighbors, otherwise they may also invite you in return and that will be your repayment. 13 But when you give a reception, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind, 14 and you will be blessed, since they do not have the means to repay you; for you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous.”

These few verses are so wise about human nature because they reveal that our generosity is often rooted in selfishness. I get a lot from my friends and family, so I’m paid in full by what I get from them, but Jesus has a higher way, to enjoy the company of social outcasts because they can’t repay you in the way that your family can. Loving social outcasts isn’t just to get a reward in heaven, because even that would be selfish, but it’s implied that the outcast is so important to God that he is willing to pay us to treat them with dignity.

I found a special home in the religion of my church because I wanted to belong to a God who sought the crippled, the lame, the blind, if for no other reason than they were in a low position according to society. So when I get to go to dinner with my best friend’s autistic kid, I’m the lucky one. When I would rather be with the autistic kid than the non-autistic kid, I feel some bad form of myself being transformed into something more like Jesus Christ. My favorite fans are being used to turn me into something better, and I have nothing but gratitude for those miraculous fans.


Three years ago, I pitched my take on VeggieTales to Dreamworks and got the gig as a Show Runner. That’s an industry name for an executive producer who helps execute the day to day vision of a TV series. One of my first tasks what to build a team for one of the most aggressive schedules in TV animation history. We had three years to make 78 half hour episodes for Netflix with no time off between seasons!

The first thing I did was build an animation team, that means I pick a director, musicians, story board artists, post production, production assistants, writers etc. Almost three years into the show and the crew works like a clock, but that doesn’t always happen, and I credit a few operating principles to our success.

1. I picked a blend of personality types, not people who were like me, but often people who were nothing like me to benefit from their strengths and counter my own weaknesses. I needed technical minds, funny people, serious people, casual types and workaholics. This team became the closest team I every worked with because of the blend of personalities. It makes most days entertaining because of the people, even when the show can be a drag from time to time.

2. People usually have more than one talent set, so I went for people who excel at more than one discipline. A director who can write and storyboard is a useful thing. We have PA’s who can also do post production special effects. It keeps crew members from merely doing one task and when the show gets in a bind, it’s nice when a director boards on their own show.

3. People need to feel comfortable in their own skin. That is, there are times when the crew needs to be seen as more than an artist-for-hire in a giant entertainment company. I treat them like human beings and give them space for their real life drama. When a family member passes away or even when a crew member gets cancer or gets moved to another team, there has to be a place for tears, quiet space and emotional rest.

Those are my big three and it makes for a bullet-proof team of semi-sane workers.

Earthboy Jacobus

March 16, 2016


This is a model sheet for my 2004 graphic novel Earthboy Jacobus. I’m getting ready for a reprint through my old pals at ImageComics! Gotta put a new cover together and fix some punctuation errors.

Risen: a review

February 8, 2016

I finally got to see the movie Risen and it’s like no other movie that revolves around The Greatest Story Ever Told. I have to start with a story of my watching The Passion of the Christ with a Jewish friend and we both saw two different movies while viewing the same story. I saw the story of my people. He saw a movie where the Jews were the bad guys. The same kind of thing could be said of Risen where the believer and the non-believer will likely come away with different takes of the same movie.

This is me being selfish, because as a Christian this movie is for me. I can’t imagine non-Christians finding nothing to like in Risen, because it’s a fine movie, but I know I’m loading up a lifetime of Christian experience when I see scenes like Jesus touching an untouchable leper and watching a healing. I don’t need more evidence, and I don’t need a huge expansion of that moment because the full weight of that scene is well informed by what I already know of both Jesus and lepers. I’M that leper, and I don’t know if a non-Christian would come away with what immediately struck me as a profound visual shorthand for how I see my faith.

That said, I watched Risen with my wife and 14 year old daughter and we were riveted throughout. While the time period is “sandals and robes” the framework of the story is more like a whodunit where a Roman centurion has the unfortunate mission of having to find a certain body that appears to have gone missing. This makes Risen perhaps the most unique of Bible films. The lead is Clavius, a fictional character played by Joseph Fiennes (Young Shakespeare in Love) who goes from just following orders to being obsessed with the truth. All of our disbelief is well represented by Clavius, and the story doesn’t offer easy answers. The miraculous is underplayed while the humanity is placed front and center. I loved the unique addition of the Roman guard’s plight because it’s one of the few Bible-based movies where I couldn’t guess the ending.

Back to my daughter, she picked out Tom Felton who plays Draco Malfoy in the Harry Potter series as one of the other Roman guards. The kid has grown up into a capable actor. That makes for a weird 6 degrees of separation because Felton has now shared a set with Joseph Fiennes in this movie and his brother Ralph Fiennes as Voldemort.

Anyways, this is a great movie worth checking out, particularly for people of faith.

If you’re going to tell a story, better go for broke. I’m a professional story-teller (which usually means I spend my time unemployed) but God does it for free. The universe is a story written by God and by “story” I mean that it has a beginning, a middle, and we can assume it has an end. I know a good story when I read one; the stars in the sky are great visuals, Earth is a wonderful setting and we are the characters that God fearfully and wonderfully crafted.

While this epic has many beats, the Christmas story is the most amazing plot twist ever told. God could have written a shabby thing, a hack job, but he didn’t. He made a mind-blowing masterpiece by which all other stories are compared.

Most stories begin with a conflict, at least that’s what they told me in writing class. It goes like this; conflict, crisis, then resolution. It begins with a conflict because something emblematic ought to start a story. The Christmas story starts with man’s fallen state. We’re in trouble, a fallen race of murderous, largely incapable beings with nothing but death to look forward to. What a great start! You’ve got these pagan magicians following a star in the sky looking for a legendary Messiah.

Jesus is born. He isn’t just born to anyone, but he’s born to a virgin in case you missed that there’s magic in the air. God takes on a human body and comes as a baby. It’s the details of this story that are so packed with meaning that it has mesmerized the minds of men for thousands of years. The tip top being that ever existed didn’t come to the world as a thunderous God, he came as one of us. He came as a helpless baby, probably covered in blood, born in a food trough in a filth-soaked cave. That’s God Himself who comes as the low, because his majesty isn’t threatened by people seeing him low. He knows who He is. This God made himself vulnerable, I suspect, because the rest of the story depicts him as going after the low people. This mud baby-God would be raised like the rest of us. He spends much of his life as a carpenter, associated with unschooled fisherman, hookers and tax cheats. He sought no respect from seats of power because he owned the ultimate seat of power. Why should the creator of earthly kings have need of an earthly king’s respect?

Finally, it’s the God part of Jesus’ identity that is the big taco. If he was merely a good teacher, or a humanitarian who inspired us to give good to the poor, he wouldn’t draw so much mockery. The big threat is that this is God, the creator of everything, walking around in the form of a regular Joe. His perfection as God is absolute and it allowed him to be the only sinless human to exist. Like I said, if you’re going to tell a story, better go for broke and nothing goes for broke more than asking you to suspend your disbelief that the creator of men came as a man to die for murderers. The spectacle of the Christmas story alone makes me slack jawed at every hearing. It’s still the greatest story I’ve ever heard and we’re not even at the end yet.

Merry Christmas.