Oh dang, Emerald City Comic-Con was a helluva thing.
We got home yesterday afternoon, which was a Monday, which is a scripting day. But dudes? Dudes. No scripting was done. The only thing I was capable of doing was flopping on the couch like limp asparagus.
Today was a continuation of being on Deflated Balloon Mode, so though I did manage to make it to the studio all I was capable of doing was writing the script and not even laying it out.
I feel like a sponge that's had every last drop squeezed out of it. Hopefully this comic won't be too long and I can still get it done one time even with a couple days set back.
But the convention was really good! I sold over a hundred books! Met some good people! Had some good chats! Even met a couple of you patrons!
Oh my god, I'm falling asleep as I type this.
Good night, guys. I'm gunna go crash.