On the final leg of inking up Channel Evil #1, and also on my last legs; eternally laid up, tired, undernourished, muttering in tongues, screaming at blank sheets of paper, drooling, hallucinating, giving it up, not giving it up, loving drawing, hating drawing. Am i coming? Am i going? Not sure. But I've put every ounce of what I've got into this book, and I'm hoping it will show.
Not surprisingly, I've got problems with my new A3 scanner, so no full pages until i get some decent photocopy reductions, and anyway, I'm not even supposed to be sitting ere fannying around - i have NO SPARE TIME!