I’m unreasonably happy about this drawing — because it glows in the dark!
I stuck it on the little notebook I always carry, and now it shines from my bedside table at night, keeping me safe.
Okay, admittedly the glowy paint markers I used look patchy and uneven in the dark…
…but looking at this still makes me happy.
I’ve started work on my story for the next Charlottetown Comics Club publication, which has a hard deadline, since we want to launch it at this year’s local zine fair. So I’m feeling a lot of pressure to work on that, which is squishing out diary comic and Marsholes strips.
I realize I don’t have to participate in this, but I like the story I’ve come up with and it’s something a little different for me, so… I just need to crank it out for a bit. With the time constraint, I’m just going to draw it in pencil, which is different and scary, but I hope will be quite expressive in the end. In high school I did all kinds of little doodles for friends*, and I loved the variable lines and shades that are possible with a pencil.
*Through the years, folks have often said to me, “Remember that drawing you did for me of…?” No, no I do not. Sorry. But I’m sure I loved doing it for you at the time.
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A work colleague pointed out a glitch in one of my illustrations for our latest book, which has gone to press and can’t be fixed.
(If you’re a reader and catch it… I dunno, I owe you a prize or something.)
Needless to say, I am dying a death.
All I can do is commit to checking over the PDF preview next time. (Details are a challenge for me. I should also enlist extra eyes.)
Is feeling bad about this mistake required? It won’t help anything and certainly isn’t good for me. And yet it feels like skipping that step would suggest that I don’t care. (I do care.)
I know that regularly feeling mortified about my public self is an ADHD thing (Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria). But maybe I could… just not.
Do I have your permission?
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Our car lease is up soon, so Craig and I are off to a dealership later this morning.
We both hate this kind of life administration stuff, and I dread high-pressure sales situations. So this should be fun.