I'm at a coffee shop, preparing to type up a script for Tyler so we can meet up in a couple hours and talk about balls. "Preparation" is mostly a code-word, obscuring the activity known to non-writers as 'dicking around on the inter net'. And said dicking comes to inform me that major inspiration Matt Fraction is...horror...younger than me.
Well, then. Back to work! I'm off...with a newly boosted sense of my own thorough inadequacy.