I was engaged in challenging work that required all the craft I could muster, and I couldn’t have been happier with the way it was unfolding. If someone at the time had offered me a million dollars to pretend that what I had done in the strip was just a dream, and to return my creations to their Westview High setting, I swear I wouldn’t have done it (if they had offered me all the money in the world, I would have done it in a heartbeat, and I’m sorry you know that about me now). For almost twenty-five years I’d written about my kids in high school, and now I was writing about my grown-up kids out in the world. Having my characters grow up afforded me a cornucopia of ideas and opportunities that wouldn’t have otherwise been available. Once I’d started the clock ticking, the passage of time became the current in the river that carried all of these stories forward. Things began to take place that for better or worse would forever alter the lives of my characters (I said, trying my best not to sound like the latest Marvel Comics superhero crossover event).
From The Complete Funky Winkerbean Volume 9