I thought of a book idea on the train yesterday, which is really annoying, as I really don’t have time for that. Today is BATMAN’S GRAVE, PROJECT KATRA, phone calls and amending the whiteboards. I don’t dare pull up my news services for fear I will fall into them like a silo to the centre of the earth. Inbox: 13. i forgot to post this an hour ago because it’s that kind of day. Onwards.
Under the sycamore tree. The heat finally started draining out of the house last night, and the humidity is returning to normal levels. Light wind out here on the Thames Delta this morning, with a slight autumnal sharpness on it. …
I have an eight-page comics job that I need to get out in a single sitting today, so I’m at the desk until it’s done.