I've been meaning to update this blog for weeks now, but every time I think to do it, I find I have nothing to say.
Since returning from Brooklyn I've felt BOBB.* I'm trying to get my shit together a little, find little ways to improve my life, but for some reason I've always found that a difficult thing to do. For now, it means consolidating half-full boxes of books, putting them on shelves. Going to the Post Office every other day instead of every day, staying off the internet (is such a thing possible???), trying to get the nerve to draw more. We'll see how it goes.
I have lots of plans for the winter. I have been talking about drawing this Hospital book for years, and now it's time to actually do it. I wrote to St. Joseph's in Denver to get copies of my medical records, and I received like 380 pages or something. It's weird to think all that stuff happened to me. I was prodded, poked, tested, sliced, diced, and julienned to perfection. No wonder I've never been the same.
I also want to get the new King-Cat out sooner than later. A two issue per year schedule seems doable if I can stay focused. I'd like that.
Meanwhile, the Christmas Cactus has a record 14 blooms!
Love you,
John P.
*Burned Out Beyond Belief-- I just made that up!
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