Back in 2010, I had a little idea for a comic book about a guy named Charlie Everett who went from world to world stopping his own suicide (thus the clunky title, which means “Physician, Heal Thyself!”). That idea became a script, the story got wider and broader, involving a whole team of Charlies, and before I knew it I had a series, and that series had readers, and OH GOD. It was the start of a lot.
Dexter Wee and I fought hard to cultivate and created the comic from scratch. The book received critical acclaim, blew through four Kickstarters with relative ease (the relative part being the work, as anyone who’s done one will tell you), and now, eight hundred forty-seven pages later, the story is finished.