I’m on my way to Barcelona now. I’m all packed, my sessions are as ready as they’re going to get (until I get there and our Europe office provides me with more info to stuff into the slide deck), and my flight leaves in 3 hours. An hour to the airport, an hour to check in and clear security, and an hour to eat before getting on the plane… it’s pretty much time to go.

I have an iPod now — I’m looking forward to listening to my Vangelis sleepy-tracks while crossing the pond, and doing so on nice, noise-cancelling headphones.

Schlockers have been pretty generous with the donations for the desktops. I’ve collected about $200, which will be going straight into making the Schlock business better… starting with stuff that I can’t tell you about just now, but that is really cool.

(No, it’s not books yet. That’s in the works TOO, but further out.)

Anyway, thanks for the donations. Any I receive in the next 48 hours or so will not be processed until Sunday or Monday when I’ve got internet access again.

–Howard

We’re getting ready to move my office upstairs, and this resulted in a box of artwork lying open on the floor. Gleek took one look at the picture on top and exclaimed:
I want a girl like that! With a shooter, and with… hair.

It was not the weekend I wanted. I was stressed out, tired, and basically unproductive the whole time. I had HOPED to be able to script, ink, and color three weeks of The Greatest Science Fiction Comic on the Web, but that kind of quality takes more “soul” than I had in me — at least in those quantities.

I’ll reiterate from an earlier Journal entry: Schlocktoberfest 2004 is going to be dark, and it’s only the beginning of Book IV, which is ALSO going to be dark. Writing this stuff is hard work, and getting it FUNNY is especially painful. It’s easy to write depressing things — just check any teenager’s Live Journal — but writing dark drama with cheery punchlines… THAT’s a real chore. It’s like schizophrenia.

I’m not complaining. I’m not even making excuses. After all, the buffer still stands at 32, and although it’s going to erode quickly with all my upcoming travel, that’s what it’s there for — you’ll get your Schlock fix, right on time.

Okay, maybe I AM complaining. The weekend is gone, and I don’t feel like I’ve got much to show for it. *sigh*