Nice bit of Paul Pope for your evening.
Today I have mostly been writing emails, so far. You get days like this. Emailing an interview for Small New Marvel Comics Thing. Talking with film/tv agent and studio exec about Small Film Thing. (Which is not a Small Film, but a small job involving film.) Following up on emails about contract for Oh My God Huge Job That Will Eat Most Of The Next Year. Turning down stuff. Sending threatening “you am give me artist for webcomic now” messages to poor William at Avatar. He’s responding with “I’m looking at fifty submissions a day, I swear.” He probably doesn’t deserve the somewhat sinister responses with photos of his house attached. I shouldn’t have scrawled “schizo fishraep-comics fans will do ANYTHING for Alan Moore’s phone number” on them. Resigning myself to the fact that I will probably not get to leave the house next week.
See those things in the picture there? Those are boobs. I ONLY GET TO SEE THEM IN DRAWINGS NOW.
I have a whole drawn comic here for an unannounced project here and I can’t show you any of it. Bah. I believe it – the Small New Marvel Comics Thing – will be announced at Wondercon.
And this window’s been open for an hour, while I’ve been fielding another flurry of emails, and obviously things aren’t going to slow down tonight, so I’m pressing publish and going back to work instead of posting something interesting. Aside from the pretty picture.