Over the weekend, I took a painting done by a friend of mine to get a frame made for it. The guy who took my order for the frame was one of the pushiest salesmen I’ve ever encountered. I felt less pressured when I bought my car.
It was a rough weekend for the novel writing. I only managed about a thousand words, and those didn’t happen until Sunday night. Feel like I was finding my groove then, though, so maybe tomorrow will go okay and I’ll get back on track.
Many moons ago, I had an idea for a comic about a demon who hunts other demons. ‘Cause he has to. It’s an idea that I still like, and maybe someday I’ll get around to writing/drawing it. Who knows.