It was a strange weekend. I usually try to be very productive, often taking an opportunity to work late into the night and finish a couple of comic pages or some other project. But this weekend wasn’t friendly to my plans. My son – three years old – was in no mood to give Daddy any room whatsoever. His Mommy wasn’t feeling so hot either. Add to that the fact that I’m still engaged in a savage inner battle over purpose and direction and you have a witch’s brew of bad omens.
To make a long story short I didn’t accomplish very much. A new page of Arzra sits on my desk, fully penciled and ready for inks and color. I didn’t get to touch it. Hell, I was in no mood to touch it even if the opportunity had reared its head.
I did manage to replace my stolen MP3 player. I had a Siren 4gb that was taken by miserable thieves from the seat of my truck (may they be stricken with stinging crotch bugs). I replaced it with a Siren 2gb ($29, works for me). I also spent the last of my petty PayPal cash on a Wacom Bamboo. I have never used a tablet before but the hankering has been gnawing at me for months. I figured I’d play it safe and start with a smaller, less expensive model. Based on reviews and testimonials the Bamboo seems to be the one to go with for beginners. So I’m looking forward to getting that in the mail this week (yes, I have an evil plan for a fully digital webcomic…I always have evil plans, you just don’t always hears about them).