Working on the zine, and working on comix for the zine, and having a good time. I need to finish up this zine to get working on the next. But there's really no deadline and I find myself redoing pages and making lots of changes. I need to pick a deadline and stick to it.
Because all things need to end.
As I type this Sargent Tibbs has crawled into my lap, turned around and wedged himself under my arm and is now streched out and purring like a motor. Sheesh.
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