I wrote this the other day right after seeing the news about Stan Lee. I was taking a break from working on a new short story:
Sitting here, working on some creative projects, counting my words, talking about gods and heroes, and just seeing the news that Stan Lee, the creative force behind so much American mythos, has gone into eternal rest and light. I am hard pressed to think of one other figure from the 20th century who has had a bigger impact on modern story-telling and myth-making. Excelsior, Stan Lee. Excelsior.