Working on the comic.
For months “working on the comic” hasn’t meant writing or drawing, it’s meant dealing with endless logistical problems. It’s no ones fault, but when we print season two I’ll be more than ready to pay someone else to have these problems.
Yesterday however, I got to do my favorite work on the comic. I got to do some writing. Only for an hour, but gosh. It was so good.
Afterwards I rode my bike around the neighborhood, and watched the sun set against my neighbors house.
It will likely be months, or even a year from now when I finally get to draw what I wrote that day. Yet there’s a good chance I’ll remember how glad I was to get to write it.