Tweedle Dee exits the bathroom, A Tale of Two Cities in hand. TWEEDLE DEE: I can’t believe I waited so long to read this. It’s sooo good. TWEEDLE DUM: Dickens? TWEEDLE DEE: Yeah. I just finished it. Sydney Carton is the best! He gave up his life for Darnay. TWEEDLE DUM: Oh, yes. Sydney Carton. He became a big hero, and children all over the world wore his portrait around their necks. It was the first time a Carton appeared…
I had a longer weekend than usual. I added a few of my vacation days to the normal two-day weekend for a much needed break, and I’ve come to this conclusion: Every week should consist of two work days and five days of weekend. Swear to God. The world would be such a happy, wonderful place if that were so. People could actually get things done and have some fun—imagine that! Just yesterday, I managed to sell my books, watch…
Two projects down, six more projects to go. I’m on a roll. Send the work my way! Now I want to do science fiction and children’s book covers. Share this post:
Some days I just have so much to say, to share, and I just can’t for the life of me let it out. It’s like having a conversation with a non-stop talker, and even though you have the perfect story to add to the conversation, so relevant, so on point and so appropriate for the situation, a little bit poignant and a little bit humorous, you just can’t get a word in edgewise. Yeah. Like that—only, in this case, there’s…
September is turning out to be rowdier than August. August was lazy, hot, slow, and whiny—never wanting to do anything, go anwhere, see anyone. Always wanting to put things off. September, on the other hand, is a workaholic with ADD and a sugar high. I’ve been putting in some overtime at work for the deadlines, and I’ve got more than a few projects lined up for my evening hours—a couple of caricatures, a couple of editing gigs, a couple of…