Got woken up early in order to help chase an escaped chicken back into the coop. Have to replant a few of the new plants later, so thanks for you, you raggedy strangled-looking object. How is it that the rescue chicken who arrives in the worst condition is always the one who causes the most trouble?
Today I need to start soldering bits of script together to see what I have and what space is left – the piece, a major project for a major comics publisher that probably won’t even be announced for a couple of years, has a tight page count that I can’t mess with, and I have to jam a lot into it. So today is assemblage and the next two days will be writing flat out to meet the deadline.