I’m in that stressed-out mood that turns to something resembling anger, which makes me want to do nothing more than be unpleasant, kick things pointlessly, and have a few nice vodka-based drinks. Generally, this mood only comes about when I’m doing something I really care about, so I’m trying to frame it in those terms.

I am very close to finishing Furlough two. I’ve scanned and polished each page; what remains is to letter (gah) with a stylus (GAH) and then to do the things I consider simpler, like drawing and painting covers, laying out the whole thing, and drawing page 36. I think it’s going to be a tradition with me that, if i can help it, the last page of a given book will be a bullshit strip, which I will do only once almost everything else is done. When you’re doing something very long that requires a great deal of stamina, you can lose sight of the satisfaction of finishing something quickly. Writing and penciling and inking one page in one long session can set that to rights.

Now, to pictures.

Here’s where I’ll be this Saturday, from 11:30 to 4:30:

I’ll be at table one, which is in the back corner, against a wall. I will have comics and zines and OH MY GOD FURLOUGH TWO, which I will still be reeling from.

And here’s a fun game for you:

This is where I am now. I know what they’re saying here; what do you think they’re saying?

One last update: I’m currently at spam number 496, so some delightfully stupid illustrations will likely start appearing here shortly. Iron Cartoonist Challenge: make a list of prescription drugs appear funny when sketched.