Experiment #88

For the last few days the only things I've been able to draw are these little index card things. It's been hard to concentrate on anything that actually matters or that someone has paid good money for. If I screw up one of these I just crush it and toss it into the paper recycling trash can under the desk. I've thrown out a lot of index cards this week. With a lot of serious worry past, and a little less uncertainty ahead, I'm cleaning up this mess of a studio so I can hunker down at the drawing board some. lately all I've been able to manage is crosshatching like it's recommended therapy. The shirt in the index card above is just endless back-and-forth hatching lines until I reached that texture. It was soothing. I've been crosshatching on several commissions because I can't fuck that up. Trying to draw faces or tight details for pictures that needed to be clean for coloring has been a nightmare. My hands have been shaking. Even on my anxiety meds. Wild.

I also have a lot of e-mails to reply to. Several are work-related, and I hope those turn into things I can tell you about in some detail at some point. I might have some good news, work-wise.  I'm not starting on anything until commissions are caught up. For the fortieth time, my apologies to those still waiting on those and the remaining Pirate Girl cards. A mail run is in store, there's a pile of envelopes and a few packages and a commission downstairs to go out. I don't know how to do the online label printing (Sarah has always handled that) so I have to take everything to the counter at the "good post office" right now. The one closest is at the ferry and is impossible to park at on the street, another one somewhat near us has a thing about giving customers a full receipt for what's being mailed, believe it or not. Still don't understand that but stopped going there. I need a full receipt to have the tracking numbers for insured packages. And this was before DeJoy took over. Fooey. So I take a trip to the New Dorp post office where we used to have our HOF P.O. Box. There's still people there that know us and everyone is super nice and professional. It's worth the trip even if it isn't convenient, and they've been very good to us when there's ever been an issue. 

Has this post office stuff been of interest?

-Yes

-No

-Maybe

-Shut up about the post office shut up shut up shut up

In stupid news, the engine light has gone on in our car. Again. A-gain. Oh noes. Oh woes. Hopefully it's nothing. I don't even care right now.

Anyway, I should have a new post with some actual comic book news asap. Nothing tremendous, but pretty nifty.

More soon later.