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"That's my handwriting..."
That's what I was thinking as I picked up the manila envelope. No return address, and the To: field was clearly my own handwriting. What did I send to myself?
When I got inside I cut open the top. Some papers fell out. Photocopies of comic pages, penciled, but not inked. Suddenly I remembered sending a SASE to Dark Horse, nearly a year ago, asking for some samples to ink. Well, here they are. Now what should I do with them? I guess I could try sending them back, inked, but then I'd have to wait another year to find out if I'd get a job.
That's what I was thinking as I picked up the manila envelope. No return address, and the To: field was clearly my own handwriting. What did I send to myself?
When I got inside I cut open the top. Some papers fell out. Photocopies of comic pages, penciled, but not inked. Suddenly I remembered sending a SASE to Dark Horse, nearly a year ago, asking for some samples to ink. Well, here they are. Now what should I do with them? I guess I could try sending them back, inked, but then I'd have to wait another year to find out if I'd get a job.