I did finish up the proposal for THE PRETENDER'S CROWN, so that's something, and then I went and had coffee with irishkate and tarshaan, which was entirely lovely. Now I'm making dinner and avoiding doing a couple drawings. Dumb-ass brain.
Arright. Having categorically stated that yes, I admit my brain is sabotaging me (huh, sabotage doesn't have a u in it. I always thought it did, although I could also always never figure out if it went before or after the second a, since neither looked right) and that I admire its efforts, I will now overrule it and go do my drawings whether my brain wants to or not. And tomorrow I'll write that scene and put up shelves, and I'll do the Chance issue on the train over the weekend.