Zubby Newsletter – November 8, 1999

Whoah, it’s Tuesday and I’m definitely having a surreal week so far.

As always, this e-mail is a weekly record of what’s going on in my life. The good, the bad, the surreal. Hope you guys don’t mind.

The weekend was relatively quiet. I’m tackling a writing project for myself. It’s a contest actually. Sending scripts to comic book companies is normally akin to shooting randomly in the sky and praying a bird falls down dead at your feet. They don’t read the stuff they receive because:
• They don’t want to get sued for using your ideas.
• They don’t want to waste the time reading your stuff because they get so much crap.
• They don’t know who the heck you are.

With this contest, they’ll be reading all the entries. If I can wow ’em, I may have some nice work in comics. That would kick butt. I know it’s a long shot, at least I can see a bird instead of just shooting anywhere. If it doesn’t happen, it’s good writing practice and keeps me out of trouble. Either way, it’s all good.

What else… I’m booking my flight for Toronto. I’ll send out an e-mail to all of you when I get the final word on dates, times, etc. Christmas will be here before I know it.

Cheesy slogan comin’ at ya: Book time NOW with Jimbo before it’s gone, gone, gone! Between Family, friends, Sheridan, shopping and partying, his calendar will be filling up fast! Make your reservation and…

Okay, that was lame. Oh well.

I still have no idea what I’m doing for New Years 1999. Anyone having a party?

I have photos from Halloween. They’re pretty silly. I’ll scan one and post it up later this week.

In other news…still no social life. Studio work, school (which is also work), artwork. It’s all killing my few remaining brain cells. Can’t wait ’til the holidays. Miss you all.

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