I do believe!

Nice relaxing day, I think.

Sleep has become something I only do when it's absolutely necessary. When the sleeping begins between 1 and 4 pm, it only lasts four or five hours, making me get tired earlier the next day, but that usually precipitates a full 8 hours. After that much sleep, I'm awake longer, until between 1 and 4 pm... its a vicious, confusing cycle. Or something.

I wonder if heaven is like this, where you can't tell when one day ends and the next begins.

Today I spent some time reading Believer. In the middle of an article, right after I turned the page, and right before I finished the sentence, some hidden alarm went off in my head. The conversations, bits of books and magazines, and various thoughts that had been entering my brain all day boiled over. The boiling over, a mental sign of "done-ness" set off that hidden alarm.

Middle of a sentence in Believer Magazine, I noted the page number (and promptly forgot it), ran to my office, and printed out the first draft of my Cheetalope story and started going over it again with a fine-tooth blue pen (no red available). The current thought is to do a second draft, script it as a comic, and give myself a week-long crash course in how to draw felines.

Maybe if I give myself actual projects instead of the amorphous directive that is "practice!", it'll sketch boundaries in time and mind. That may help me to say "This is for this, and that is for THAT." Maybe.

It's possible I've lost all coherency. Here, have some pictures that emerged from that amorphous directive that is "practice!".




Mostly Lone Wolf and Cub. Oh, and I want to do that too! and more 20,000 Leagues!