I played too many video games when I returned home today. I finished the video games about twenty minutes ago, and spent the rest of the time pounding out another 500 words of Story. It keeps getting longer and not going anywhere. It feels like Marathon writing. But I’ll keep plugging away. I know where I want it to go, and I’ll have to squeeze where I want to go through the tiny hole I created. I doubt it’ll fit but I will arrive at the end. It’ll be a pile of crap, but I hear that’s what first drafts are supposed to be. I’m saving a serve in a few weeks to edit one of our piles of crap.

Doolies flies back tomorrow night. I can’t wait to see her. She’s going to cure me of my newfound video game addiction. It’s been a lonely two weeks, but I guess distance does make the heart grow fonder. Or something sappy like that.

Today marks the first return of the Snowman. He makes a couple more comics later in the week. I still have one or two more frames to draw for him.