Work and play.
I had to work over last night (again) and since I got home late I decided to have a few quick cups of coffee, read and go to bed early. Which means I woke up bright and early (5AM). Okay. It's wasn't bright yet but I was. I sat down and pencilled the first several strips of a new project I'm working on. Forty-eight hours ago I was banging my head against the wall trying to get things to look and ... "feel" right. Weeell ... after a ton of work and a bit of sleep, things are looking up. Actually, I'm very, very pleased. I'm half done with the pencil work and will drop the pages off to be inked soon.
I'm still not telling you what it is, so don't ask. Not yet anyway.
I've got PULP all ready for ya'. I'm just not giving it to ya' yet. Soon, I promise. I'll give you a link to your very own pre-proof copy that you can download right NOW and read and send to friends and dance and sing about. You will. I just know it. Have a couple of beers first. Ya' know. Just to git in da' mood. You'll have to wait for it, though. Not today. It's far, far too cool for a Thursday. Besides, I'm supposed to be getting out of here early today. Key word: "Supposed".
I'm an impulsive kind of person. I hate making plans. I detest it. Plans mean that I have to think about something "before" I do it. That just doesn't make any sense to me. I mean, if I'm going to bother actually thinking about something, why not just get on with it? Why "plan" when you can "do" instead? I don't get it. Plans bug me. They make me feel all jumpy and nervous. I'm also a tad bit obsessive. I can not do "something" for just about forever and be fine with it, but once I begin, I kinda' good cuckoo. I can't let things go. I can't seem to just say, "That was a good day." Instead I've got to beat that horse and keep on beating it until I've turned something good into a nasty pile of steaming "opps". I'd consider changing these things about me but, "Why?" Changing would mean that I'd have to start making plans and letting go of things that are going well and I do not want to do either of those two things. Nope. Don't wanna'. Not even a little bit. I guess I'm stuck being an impulsive horse-beater.
Update: Told you. Because I worked over two hours yesterday I get to leave forty-five minutes early today. "Supposedly". Yes. This is a nice little snapshot of my life. Whatever.
I'm still not telling you what it is, so don't ask. Not yet anyway.
I've got PULP all ready for ya'. I'm just not giving it to ya' yet. Soon, I promise. I'll give you a link to your very own pre-proof copy that you can download right NOW and read and send to friends and dance and sing about. You will. I just know it. Have a couple of beers first. Ya' know. Just to git in da' mood. You'll have to wait for it, though. Not today. It's far, far too cool for a Thursday. Besides, I'm supposed to be getting out of here early today. Key word: "Supposed".
I'm an impulsive kind of person. I hate making plans. I detest it. Plans mean that I have to think about something "before" I do it. That just doesn't make any sense to me. I mean, if I'm going to bother actually thinking about something, why not just get on with it? Why "plan" when you can "do" instead? I don't get it. Plans bug me. They make me feel all jumpy and nervous. I'm also a tad bit obsessive. I can not do "something" for just about forever and be fine with it, but once I begin, I kinda' good cuckoo. I can't let things go. I can't seem to just say, "That was a good day." Instead I've got to beat that horse and keep on beating it until I've turned something good into a nasty pile of steaming "opps". I'd consider changing these things about me but, "Why?" Changing would mean that I'd have to start making plans and letting go of things that are going well and I do not want to do either of those two things. Nope. Don't wanna'. Not even a little bit. I guess I'm stuck being an impulsive horse-beater.
Update: Told you. Because I worked over two hours yesterday I get to leave forty-five minutes early today. "Supposedly". Yes. This is a nice little snapshot of my life. Whatever.
posted by Mark A Lester at
2:15 PM
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