The funny thing about giving yourself a made-up deadline once a week to post on the internet to talk about yourself is that by about the 23rd week (almost halfway there), you start to get realllly sick of yourself.
And that might coincide with some talented friends telling you how much they enjoy you in their inboxes, and strangers finding you on their own and picking up whatever you are trying to put down.
So you have to keep going! Now is not the time! So if you are also sick of me, just unsubscribe. If you don’t, then I will have no choice but to believe you are not and therefore confidently charge forward with my charmingly uplifting, unabashedly self deprecating, cleverly relatable comics.
Which I will do! But these next two weeks I’m back in SF and then finally moving to NY, so things aren’t getting quite *done*.
Instead of putting out a mediocre comic or skipping a week, I’ll leave you with my little notebook sketches. Its a concept called the “Waiting Book” that my friend Carol taught us about on my drawing retreat. You’re never really waiting if you have a sketchbook!
You wanna meet uptown? No problem! I’ll just draw people on the subway:
Sometimes “waiting” just means having a slow morning at home and not wanting to read the news. Or being anxious about visiting the city you moved away from and needing a grounding moment.
See you next week!
Thanks for reading. Start your waiting books and send me pix!
Emily
I take photos in waiting rooms while I’m waiting
I hope you never stop writing these posts. I loved seeing your waiting book, even though you made me look up Mr.Tumnus. I was sure he was going to be your creepy seventh grade teacher. Your rainbow pencil is so short now! I know what you mean about how you get sick of yourself. I have been fighting a strong urge to apologize to my future readers for being so boring. And this is in a research project journal that is just for me.