I'm almost sure that there are things that I want to tell anyone who's reading this. Ideas are percolating, and I've got fragment after fragment on the home computer, on scraps of paper, and stuck in my head. I found out over the weekend that I'll likely be drawing two stories now that I had no intention of drawing, but in order to get them done ( Read more... )

The quiet is oppressive in it's totality ( Read more... )

Outside it's muggy and cool, and the crickets are chirruping happily at the pretty girls walking in the pale glow of the street lamps that line the dead end street that runs behind the hall. There is an incredible racket from one of the upper levels of the building that could be mountain-climbing gear on concrete or windows being slammed and ( Read more... )