Zub Tales

Painted three cards in two days, all while juggling e-mails, phone calls and doing the dishes here at the apartment. Gotta try to keep the momentum, but it’ll be tough with teaching tomorrow and a pile of assignments to mark between now and then.

Lots of phone conversations today… my brother, Attila, Eric, Guy, Cornflake, Brian… all that chatter with the phone wedged at a strange angle between my neck and shoulder makes it a little sore tonight, but it was the only way to work while talking with them. I need to get one of those phone headset things. I kept losing my train of thought while talking with Flakie because ICQ windows kept popping up with work messages to distract me. I hate when people do that to me when I’m on the phone with them. I felt so guilty.

This week I still need to do more line art for cards, roughs for Savant & Sorcerer (Exalted book), coloring more pics and write my column for Comixpedia along with school-related prep and marking.

Several people have remarked lately that I may be a workaholic and that I’m not happy until my life is insane. I think it’s a strange compensation for all the times I slacked over the past few years, I don’t know. I slack now too from time to time, but when the 11th hour strikes the fire burns and I get the work done. Maybe it’s not flying colors, but I do the job, dammit. Now I just need to curb that frantic push at the end, make it the 10th hour instead

Okay, gotta stand up from the chair and stretch, then dive into the next chunk of work-age.