I'm getting obsessive about the new series of books

I worked a little longer on my page layouts than I'd planned.  I can tell that I'm getting obsessive about this project, and that only bad health or similar calamitous misfortune will now stand in the way of myself getting well into it in the coming months and years.  I wasn't in graduate school at the School of Visual Arts before anyone talked to me about how obsession in any context whatsoever could possibly, actually be a good thing.  I always thought of it as a bad thing because I always associated it with my deal with women.  I actually have to force myself to wind it down at the end of a night such as this, or I can find myself turning over and over in my head  just how productive I can make myself be over a given period of time.

I sent off a box of books to an online comics distributor this past week.  He contacted me on Sunday about it.  God, if I could put a dent in my inventory through his site, that'd be great.  As soon as he posts the books, I'll include a link.  I think he calls his outfit Domino Distributors, although I don't have the URL handy right now.

I've got my home studio set up.   I can do recordings of songs for my next album to see about all kinds of things; how well or badly I play them, which guitars works best for which songs, putting a rhythm loop together to practice the solo for "Blo-hole Acres," to see if I really need to book studio time at all etc.

Welp, that's about all for this week,