So I took a nap and dreamt I met Obama, and it was that awkward kind of, "Yeah, I know you're all famous and important and I should feel all honoured to meet you," but all I can think of to say was, "Wow, you sure did a thing."
Along those lines, I mean--I don't remember the exact words. Pretty strange, though.
Unrelatedly, tomorrow's
sketch will be the last for a while--a short while, not a basically permanent hiatus like with
other things--because I'm just TOO TIRED. It's like when my father started fixing up the unfinished basement in our house to be a rec room w/ bar, working long hours into the night to get stuff done, until he realized he didn't HAVE to do it [i.e. the work was too much for the payoff]. In my case, yes, I got some discipline out of doing a daily picture for 420* days in a row [allowing for queueing], but by now I've done 90% of the pictures I wanted to do and otherwise wouldn't have found time for and at this point am actually straining to think of ideas... so I'm reclaiming that time for neglected
comic, as should have been my priority but got waylaid by the fact I can't bring myself to ACTUALLY post sketches for a "sketch" blog vs. more finished pieces. Also, I hate feeling guilty when friends want to hang and I haven't drawn something for the day.
*No, there's no subliminal message in stopping at 420. I just happened to see the writing on the wall and don't feel like doing more or stopping with yesterday's after the fact [I want to announce AT THE UPDATE that I'm quitting].
I'll prolly switch to a weekly schedule for sketches, just because I can't give up that regular production but can't keep up on a daily basis.