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What I did today: The short version

1. listed my blessings, or a list of good things in my life. With Carri’s help I got to 21. It may be a record for one of my grumpier days.

2. looked at pictures of men to find artist references for Stephen who is making his debut in the Anita Blake comics. We’re working on Circus of the Damned now.

3. Worked on editing the wonderful script/lettering that Jess does. It was due today, as was the above reference.

4. Spent a lot of time looking at men, semi-nude, and nude today. Art/model photos as opposed to porn. Try to avoid the porn-ado attack.

5. Went to doctor. Found out I have a virus that is effecting my allergy induced asthma – peachy. Meds to take will breath better tomorrow. Cough and tiredness are the most irritating symptoms.

6. Looked at lion and leopard photos for on-going research for my shapeshifters. This was in between all the beefcake. The images began to sort of blend after awhile so I looked at very different images to refresh the visual palate. Other people look at flowers and kittens, I like men and predatory cats. Hey, everyone needs a hobby.

7. Now listening to Disturbed, loud, letting the music help with some of the frustration of the day. It was 4:30 before lettering was done, and after 5:00 before the image references for the artist were found, compiled, and sent off. Finals for the comic were gone over one last time and now are gone away, for this issue anyway. My hat is off to everyone in comics the deadlines are relentless for a monthly, or bi-monthly book. Every time I entertain the idea of doing an original comic idea I hit a couple of days of these kinds of deadlines and the urge goes away. That may partially be the whole me being sick thing, but then again, maybe not.

8. What I have not gotten to do all day: Work on the next book that is due. That deadline comes up less frequently, but it is every bit as relentless, and it, like the comics, if missed bumps your pub date. Months away from the deadline, but I’m beginning to feel that hot breath down my neck, and it’s not a love bite coming, it’s that fang set in the back of the neck and the crack before it eats you.