12:37 am December
Felt the need to write. The old smoldering, untraceable frustration is on the rise again and writing is the best way for me to vent it. Maybe its the vortex of the winter season dragging me down. I seem to have the vague memory that I start need to vent-blog more, the colder it gets.
Woke up before 10am and started working to format all the Surrealis Grimoire pages for collecting together in a bound edition. After lots of stupid mistakes leading to backtracking and trial and error I finally managed to finish it all and thrust it all into Lulu.com. It took two fucking days but the first volume of the Surrealis Grimoire is up for a sale as a full color print book.
Buy a copy at: The Surrealis Grimoire Volume 1
Things have been busy. I'm up to my eye sockets in commissions, keeping on target with Voodoo Walrus, finishing up a huge print project for a customer who wanted Walrus prints, and now I'm going in and changing out old Walrus files for new remastered ones on the site. And spending an hour or so every other day keeping Project Wonderful ads up and running for the Walrus too.
I'm tired and angry for reasons I can't seem to discern. Not hotly, raging angry. Just simmering anger. There's no patience in me. I kind of want to calmly tear someone asunder from pelvis to sternum and shoot poison from my eyes into their face.
It just seems like there's always more to do and so much of it is stuff that I either can't get help on, or don't trust anything but my hands to take care of.
That's all I've got. Anything else to be said is just kvetching. Gonna go draw comics until my visions blurs out.
Woke up before 10am and started working to format all the Surrealis Grimoire pages for collecting together in a bound edition. After lots of stupid mistakes leading to backtracking and trial and error I finally managed to finish it all and thrust it all into Lulu.com. It took two fucking days but the first volume of the Surrealis Grimoire is up for a sale as a full color print book.
Buy a copy at: The Surrealis Grimoire Volume 1
Things have been busy. I'm up to my eye sockets in commissions, keeping on target with Voodoo Walrus, finishing up a huge print project for a customer who wanted Walrus prints, and now I'm going in and changing out old Walrus files for new remastered ones on the site. And spending an hour or so every other day keeping Project Wonderful ads up and running for the Walrus too.
I'm tired and angry for reasons I can't seem to discern. Not hotly, raging angry. Just simmering anger. There's no patience in me. I kind of want to calmly tear someone asunder from pelvis to sternum and shoot poison from my eyes into their face.
It just seems like there's always more to do and so much of it is stuff that I either can't get help on, or don't trust anything but my hands to take care of.
That's all I've got. Anything else to be said is just kvetching. Gonna go draw comics until my visions blurs out.