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  • Productivity Lies

    Don’t lie to yourself. That’s been my lesson this morning.

    On my to-do list is “Draw two Coachtoons”†. No biggie – tick, tick, done. But when I sat down to start, why did I feel that old ADHD push-pull?

    (I’m trying to pay attention to these inner experiences lately, to understand them, rather than just shoving them to the ground and kicking sand in their faces – AKA “being productive”.)

    The little foreman in my head was saying, “Don’t be a wuss. It’s just two drawings. Get your act together and just do them!”

    But that isn’t actually true.

    My brain is fully aware of *every single step* that I listed in this picture. So it’s disingenuous to suggest “Oh, you can jump over this nine-foot-high ball of yarn in a single leap,” and that unacknowledged dichotomy in my head creates paralysis.

    The list, rather than making the ball of yarn more daunting, says, “Here, just pull this thread.”

    I know, this is really old, tired news to anyone with ADHD: “Break the job into smaller steps.” Whenever somebody says this to me I want to throw a donut at them – or a box of Christmas cards covered in that transparent glitter you keep finding on your face until February. (Eff that stuff. The microplastic spoon in your brain is at least half composed of that.)

    So now I’ve got my list and I just have to do one thing. That initiation energy is the toughest part to muster. Once I’m in, I love what I’m doing and the doing is easy.

    The list is not the point, the honesty is.

    Today, at least.

    †When new hires at Strategic Coach make it through their three-month probation period, they get a custom cartoon to use in their socials. I’ve drawn nearly 250 of these (Holy liftin’!), and folks seem to like them – but it certainly wasn’t my idea to do this! “Here, new person. You don’t know me, but I’ve exaggerated your features in this drawing!”

  • Wicked Little Girl

    Brace yourself for a very deep, very nerdy musical theatre cut.

    I was walking the dog at lunchtime, listening to the Wicked soundtrack because we’re going to the movies with our son and his (wonderful) theatre-kid girlfriend tonight and I needed a refresher on the story.

    In the song “What is This Feeling?” the lyrics describe Elphaba thusly:
    “She’s a terror,
    she’s a tartar…”


    Wait a second, why did that sound familiar?

    In high school, I was an usher at the Confederation Centre of the Arts here in Prince Edward Island, and as a result saw the show Anne of Green Gables: The Musical so many times that the lyrics got written into my DNA.

    Sure enough, in the song “Did You Hear?”, Anne is described as such:
    “She’s a terror!
    She’s a tartar!”


    Can this be? Is this a knowing callback from the creators of Wicked to an earlier strong-willed, misunderstood female character? I can’t believe this is an accident.

    Okay, I promise to say something meaningfully on-topic sometime soon, but this stupid factoid set my ADHD brain on fire and I couldn’t be alone with it.

    Anne: “Mrs. Spencer said it was wicked of me to talk like that, but I didn’t mean to be wicked. It’s so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn’t it?”

  • Silver Needle

    It does feel awful to even admit to these thoughts, but every day I don’t leave the house because we’ve got it in our heads that the dog can’t be on his own. And when we go on vacation, we essentially have to leave behind a suitcase full of money so that someone will live here with Doug.

    So if you were expecting a fourth-panel twist where I talk about the joy and love the dog brings, er, well, I’m not quite there at the moment. And I appreciate that this makes me look like a horrible goblin.

    Maybe my mind is using Doug as a symbol for my feelings of being overwhelmed by commitments.

    On the plus side, should the End Times come, I’ll be able to suture people’s wounds.

    And if it counts for anything, I used my insomnia the other morning as an opportunity to sew a sling out of an old rice bag to help Doug get up onto our furniture (and me from nine years ago would be asking, “Why would you help him do that?!”). This is love, right?

  • Second Breakfast

    (I did not, in fact, stay out, but went home, had a quick nap, and am now useful again.)

  • The Horrors!

    I accidentally looked at YouTube without being signed in, and saw the raw, unfiltered sewage of the internet.

    In other Hallowe’en-adjacent news, I made a pair of pumpkins to decorate our house, and to test out making cardboard cutouts for the outdoors.

    Alas, my weatherproofing efforts were insufficient.

    The images on the front were preserved, but the Thompsons WaterSeal wasn’t enough to protect the rest of the cardboard from getting soggy in the rain.

    Back to the drawing-board!

  • Fall Back

    On the weekend I saw a fella on Saturday jogging down my street while holding two bags of potato chips. I had so many thoughts.

    We’d just had our weekly Family Meeting and chosen Alanis Morrisette as October’s “Artist of the Month”, so on seeing this jogger my husband and I naturally turned to each other and asked “Isn’t it ironic?”… then, of course, questioned whether this was, in fact, ironic — as we all do since people started snarking at that song.

    ~

    It’s been a jam-packed year so far, and this site’s been up and down as I messed around with my server, but that’s matter for a future post. For now, I just wanted to come back and say hi.

    Hi.

  • TCAF 2025

    Comic drawn at the “Still Zine” event.