Today has been rough. When I awoke there were two tasks in front of me: color everything I drew yesterday, and script everything I need to draw tomorrow.

Consider, I COULD have gotten up and started coloring immediately. It has to be done to build the uploaded buffer, but it’s work I’m comfortable doing a day or two before the strips need to air (though I SHOULDN’T be comfortable this way — computer problems or FTP woes could easily knock me into “no update yet” country).

Scripting, on the other hand, gets done when I feel like scripting. It’s often the bottleneck, because a thick stack of scripts means that when my hand is up to it, I can draw until the cows come home. In January of 2004 I pencilled two weeks’ worth in one sitting. That was the time the buffer went from 4 in December to 40 in late January.

So I decided to script. There were three possible avenues I could take, and I spent three hours not writing anything while I worried over which would work best. I had breakfast, I napped a bit (sometimes napping shakes ideas loose. No, really.) and I paced around the house.

It was noon before I sat down to actually WRITE.

The good news is that it’s now 1:20pm, and I have another week’s worth of scripts. I’m going to be able to incorporate a script I pencilled 2 weeks ago, but that broke the flow of the story, and THAT means I only have EIGHT rows to pencil instead of NINE. Oh, and the Sunday script is a two-row Sunday instead of the usual three rows (when the story goes forward and the punchline arrives in two rows, which is unusual, I do a two-row Sunday. It’s NOT because I’m lazy. Really), which means only SEVEN rows need pencilling.

BUT… I haven’t colored anything yet. This evening I have an art class with my daughter, so I’m losing some productive time. *sigh*.

Maybe I can get everything colored before then.

–Howard

p.s. Thanks for all the kind words in response to demiurgent‘s reply to my last Journal Entry. Though I’m not soliciting praise when I talk about the buffer, I certainly don’t mind HEARING it. This is hard work that I take lots of pride in, and I’m glad that folks not only love the story I’m telling, but appreciate the effort that goes into producing it with no interruptions.

Last week I sacrificed Schlock buffer to finish a commercial project, and succeeded in putting that project to bed. This week began with a bit of anxiety on Sunday when I realized that I was going to wake up Monday morning with only four scripts to work on, and with only five strips in the buffer.

The anxiety led to a late night, during which I scripted a bunch of crap I couldn’t use.

Monday morning I was determined to at least pencil and ink the Sunday that I knew worked (yes, that’s THIS COMING SUNDAY), and then dig in on scripting. I hoped to be able to script, pencil, and ink an entire week, but by 9am I hadn’t even started.

Well, here it is, 6:35pm, and I’ve succeeded. The buffer has more than doubled in size, because I cranked out seven strips. They’re good ones, too. Especially the one with the elf in it.

Anyway, the fight is NOT over. The buffer stands at 12 inked, 5 colored, which means I need to color seven, and then script, pencil, ink, and color ANOTHER seven this week. In fact, I hope to be able to do another FOURTEEN this week, because next week ends early with the start of LTUE 2005, and the week after that sees the beginning of another commercial project which is going to require MASSIVE amounts of time in a very short window.

So, here’s to continued cranking. I’m off to see about some fresh scripts.

–Howard

I don’t ordinarily talk much about the crap that floats through my brain when I dream. Most of it is uninteresting anyway, since I’m (wait for it…) LIVING the dream these days, but last night’s was an exception.

There’s this Isaac Asimov story about Entropy called “The Last Question.” The text is here. If you’re familiar with the story, head behind the cut. If you’re not and you don’t mind a bit of a spoiler, head behind the cut. If you want to read the story for yourself first, well, the link is right there.

The Cut

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to get credit for the extinction of a species?

The Baker’s Larkspur is an endangered plant whose total population has been reduced from 100 to five by some earth-moving equipment in California. (LINK). Apparently the plant only grows now in ONE PLACE and hasn’t been successfully transplanted elsewhere.

That means that a bottle of Round-Up could get you into the history books. Admittedly you’d probably also get arrested, and maybe even shot at or fire-bombed by some over-stressed eco-freak, but think of the notoriety! You’d be the Lee Harvey Oswald (or at least the Charles Guiteau) of the botanical world!

In other news, statistics fabricated only moments ago show that 99% of botanical preservationists put all of their eggs in the same basket when they shop.

–Howard