Typicality

Was chatting with a friend into the next dawn’s embryonic stages the other day.  And awed by my deceptive lucidity at such an hour, she asked me just what my regular schedule was like.  So I replied with as honest an answer as I could give under the circumstances — I laughed.

Since I started doing this comic-drawing-thing professionally (and I use the term professionally as loosely as possible), my body clock has gone to shit.  Especially now, since I’m in the homestretch of Overthrow #1.

But anyway… for no other reason than to shut Rey Siasar up (the fuckface who has been asking me to update the site), here’s what a typical workday is like, schedule-wise, but minus specific time brackets… coz that’s just silly.  This was Wednesday:

• Wake up at 10 a.m. and stare blankly into ceiling for half an hour, asking the Forces That Control All why I’m not Mike Mignola and Reon Kadena isn’t to my immediate left reading one of my Hellboy trades and loving it.
• Wander into the living room for coffee, what’s left of breakfast, and some CNN.  Because I’m mature like that.
• (Toggle MTV)

• Play with the dog before lunch, since this is the only time of day we’re equally filthy.  Then I go back in the house, hit the bathroom, and get all clean and relatively civilized.  Dog maintains his freedom.
• Afternoon work sees me checking favorite forums, blogs, and comic news sites, but not before  I check my blog stats and Deviant Art comments so that my frail artist ego can have its daily handjob.  Then I read a coupla comic books to swipe from just to warm my shit up and pop a movie in to watch while I work.  Tweet.

*** Wednesday had me re-reading a Transmet trade with Carlito’s Way as background noise.  The combo was strangely therapeutic.

• Emails.
• Mid-afternoon sees me reviewing scripts, thumbnailing some pages, and pacing around my room figuring shit out, asking myself what I’ve gotten myself into.  Laughing from time to time at the fact that I’ve fooled them all.
• Walk the dog and do some loose sketching with the nephew.  Hands down my favorite part of the day, especially since that Spanish girl down the road started walking her beagles.
• She has nice puppies.  BAM!
• When I get over my hate for the blank page (yes, I still do), drawing the panel borders in helps me breathe a little easier, and actual work starts.  By dinner time I usually have a comic-looking page with some sketchy figures drawn in.
• After dinner to early dawn hours = real work.

And the cycle begins anew the following day (or later that same day).  None can match the absolute glam of it.

Someone send me some strippers.