Yeah… Two Days Late, Whatever.

Like you guys aren’t annoyingly busy these days as well.

Not much to report on the book front. I’m in the wilds of suburban Pennsyltucky, bundled-up against this dreary 65 degree heat, doing all the holiday/family stuff that seems to creep up every twelve months or so.

But I will say this, anytime I go xmas tree hunting and don’t have to wear my perfect, winter hat and don’t need to thaw my hands and feet when I'm done, feels a little less than xmas-esque. However, this was Mandy’s first year to be the poor sucker to pick out the tree and face the potential wrath of my mother for bringing home something too Charlie Brown-ish, a bullet that Mandy dodged by bringing home two trees, which I think sums up the typical American take on the holidays.

I have my drawing box in tow. I managed to get it out for a few hours and drew at the kitchen table, which is where I drew my very first book… though in a different house. As per usual, I worked until long after everyone went to sleep. As I grew weary, I decided to take a step back and see what I’d accomplished and, of course, as I looked over each drawing with a critical eye, I couldn’t help wonder why I get caught up in nonsense about painting or photography or print making or etc. They weren’t great drawings but they were pretty good. But that’s what happens when it’s a good drawing night. Too bad this is not the season to string a few dozen good drawing nights together to make a great drawing month. Or two. Or six.

I guess that’s what will happen in 2012.

Anyway, yeah, um… that’s all I have today.