The real sting comes hours later

Another coffee binge. If I want something hot to drink at Dennys, why don't I ask for decaf? Or limit myself to one cup?

These are words written without knowledge of what images I will be posting. All I know is that today made up for many days of no drawing, or too little drawing. And I even got through my back-log of reference photos and into the meaty 20,000 Leagues drawings again.




Today was amazingly successful in many ways. I hope there are more days like this to come. I am proud of what I have to post, and I am proud that Reagan laughed when I gave him M08B pages to read.

One practice I have (and enjoy) in this long-hand written project is changing what writing utensil I use every day. There's no shortage of them in this house. Felt-tip blue, ballpoint black, ballpoint blue, pencil. There's no pattern, and no purpose other than my own later reference to note where I left off one day or one sitting.

Funny that I had a more balanced day (in terms of quantities of various things being done) when I resigned myself to extremes of one thing or another, where as yesterday I was trying to make a schedule and ended up with extremes.

I can't post any of this in my LJ. It's too disgustingly happy.

Oh, you all must go read this Anti-Pragmatic Manifesto. It's wonderful. I wish I could've written it myself. :)