Inking on the primary 35 pages are done. I’ve gone through with that gunky white correction stuff (which is rather like painting with marshmallow fluff) and done some preliminary fixing – further operations will commence tomorrow, along with the scanning and initial digital fixins. Sometimes I wish I had an intern.

It’s happy times around here lately. I have some other good news, but I’m not going to blare about it until everything is done and done and done. That’s one of the few ways in which I’m superstitious.

So! Furlough two, coming soon. The precise when of that has yet to be determined.

I also did this today as my warm-up drawing.

I hate when food tries to absolve me of emotional issues, especially the ones it thinks it would cause itself. So unbecoming in a dessert. Don’t apologize, brownie. Just be. (Also, it is ironic that a supposedly more healthful brownie, when sliced, promptly turns into something resembling sundae topping.)