I have a few days left on this month, and I've made it to the third pass with the pencils on the book.  I will not have a set number of pages in mind to get to.  It's enough for me that I am this far into it this early.

I'm going to try to get the flyers done and hand them out on Red River.  I don't want to procrastinate on this any longer.  I will start out with a real modest goal to hand out, and see how it goes.  Hopefully the rejection won't be too bad, because I will not have to put up with a lot of it.  I think it's a paradox that so many people who do creative stuff are so thin-skinned about rejection.  I decided that I did not want to put up with rejection from art galleries any more, but if I want to sell comic books, I think that I will just have to put up with another type of rejection.

It's been kind of hectic since my dad came home from the hospital.  He decided to check himself out early.  Nonetheless, I've managed to get some of this creative work done.

I'm going to try to get to the third go round with the pencils before the end of the month.  The last three sessions I've done eleven pages each, which is a good sign.  It also means that I can have a session or two where I do only three or four pages, in case I get distracted by something or other in my world again.  I got such a good start on the last book that I could still finish it by the deadline even though the usual distractions cranked up in the middle of production.

This issue, issue number twelve, gets to Billy Billiams.  I've mentioned Billy in a previous post ("Movies").  I'm at the part where I meet Michelle at the Cannibal Club right before I go off to school in New York.  The book really starts to zip along at this point.

My dad fell last Sunday. I've put off the flyer thing, partly because of that and partly because it's been raining so much I can hardly see standing out on Red River handing them out.  My dad broke a couple of ribs and punctured a lung, but he should be out of the hospital by the middle of this week.

As far as I know, Buster hasn't had another seizure yet. 

I'm almost finished with the first pass at the book with pencils.  I've got four pages to go, plus six more pages of the revised issue number four.  Again, it's number of days per month that I spend on these things that make the difference, not how much time I spend per session.  I set very modest goals, and often I get around to actually working on these projects quite a bit more.

I came up with an approach to handing out flyers on Red River.  Again, it's with the modest goals mindset, but I want to see if I actually go through with it before I talk about it here.  I'm going to try to make up some flyers that promote the book this weekend.
I decided not to wait until I have music shows with the band or solo to try to hand out flyers.  I would like to get a bit inured to the rejection and build up an ability to stay out there for quite some time, so that I will be ready when and if I get actual music gigs.

To my knowledge, Buster has not had a seizure since he had one almost four weeks ago.  The vet said that the longer the time between seizures, the less likely it is that it's something serious, or maybe that it's being caught in its early stage at least.  I'm pretty sure I'm not down with doggy chemo therapy or surgery, but I at least might get to have him around for bit longer before it get's too bad for him.

At the beginning of last month I wrote about a young woman I had been in conflict with.  I decided to resolve the conflict by sending her a Facebook friend request.  She was an attractive young woman at a business that I patronize.  In the real world we hardly interact at all, but I decided to go ahead and do the Facebook thing because it really didn't look as if anything would ever develop in the real world.

In exchange for the friend request, I decided to avoid the times of day when I figured she'd work there.  I didn't want to deal with the way she'd be with me after some of my blog posts about her.  She'd look at me as if I was going to start getting all obsessive in my pursuit of her, and I really don't think that I've ever given her the impression that I'd ever been like that with her.

So I really liked the idea that all she had to do was not accept my request, and it was like, 'poof,' I was gone from her world and she was gone from my world.  No sooner did this conflict become resolved than another conflict sprang up in another part of my world.  I am not at liberty to discuss the nature of that conflict, but I have just resolved it to my satisfaction, I hope.

Now this young woman appears to have switched around when she works at this business, so that now she's there when I go in.  One reason could be is that she's doing some vocational training such as student nurse and she needs her previous shift times for that.  In that case, the fact that she didn't accept my Facebook friend request would mean that she still just wants me to leave her alone, which I am willing to do.  I don't know if I'll go to the trouble of trying to only go in there when I figure she's not there, during our whole time between us, I've never felt as if I've ever done any wrong by her, and she shouldn't expect anything to start up now.

The other possibility is that this is somehow about me.  If that is the case, I'm not impressed.  The fact that she still hasn't accepted my Facebook friend request, and instead just "followed" me to my change in when I go in there, just tells me that she wants the old deal back.  The old deal consisted of my blogging thoughtful thoughts about her about what she may be thinking and what all I could do to make things on my end amenable to a desired resolution, and in exchange she got to do whatever she wanted.  There was something about this deal that she liked, and the fact that she didn't accept my Facebook friend request after almost two months just indicated that she didn't really want to our deal to go anywhere.  I decided that I wanted things to change, whether she was on board for that change or not, and if I can help it at all, the old deal is never coming back.

Last month I started writing about that Richy Vegas Blind Assassin stuff and telling readers how they could listen to that stuff.  I also told a little back story and talked about some movies with characters and situations that I identify with.  If anyone thinks that someone with this woman's proven track record wouldn't be low enough to go there after absorbing that stuff, think again.  The first time it happened it really shocked me and stung me quite a bit.  The second time it happened, it still smarted because I really had that one on a pedestal and  I really idealized her.  The third time I totally knew to play to it.  This was with a waitress at a restaurant who really had a hard on to do a vicious takedown on me.  A few months later another waitress who'd seemed to like me okay enough had returned from a trip where she had been absent when all of this went down.  This other waitress gave me the dirtiest look with these cold blue eyes that seemed to convey an almost overwhelming inner rage.  The look seemed to convey a belief that I had actually done the waitress concerned an actual injury of some sort.  What a punk!  None of this stuff would have surprised Yojimbo at all from the get go.

A couple of years ago I was telling my guitar teacher that these women are running out of tricks.  By the time I'm like in my seventies or whatever, it will be some youngish woman who will stop me at some store I go to regularly, and try to convince me that we've met before.