It’s been a pretty interesting week around here since getting back. The apartment hunt has really heated up, and even borne fruit. I’ll be moving to a much nicer part of town, so I’m really excited. I am a little worried it’s gong to amplify my constant state of needing to catch up, though.

I really caused the whole problem myself, though. I managed to finish up page twelve; only about a week late. I realize now that much of my problem was due to the fact that I jammed twelve panels onto the page. 12! Even as I look at the comics sitting next to me on my desk, they have anywhere from 5 to 8 panels. I managed to jam two pages onto one, basically.

It’s mostly because I think I must have a little bit of guilt about only doing half a page per week.  As a result I’m trying to jam a full page into each half page… kinda dumb. By the end I had so many layers in my digital file my tablet almost ran out of enough memory to hold it all. I barely finished. I made a vow to myself that I won;t do a page higher then 10 panels, and keep it more like 8, from now on.