Let the record show that my brain has no freakin’ clue what “on vacation” means.
I was taking today OFF. I could have done anything, or nothing, or any combination thereof. I was having vague thoughts of playin’ some WoW, maybe readin’ a bit, hanging out, catching up on sleep debt, all those good things.
Instead I sat down and hammered out the illustrations for another Little Creature story. (The text had been mostly done for months, and only needed the few ending paragraphs. Still!)
It’s a rather milder tale than the Dream Deer, and is primarily about the way we’re afraid to use the really neat art supplies. And also blood.
I begin to suspect I might–possibly–just maybe–be a bit of a workaholic.