Trying to get my papers/materials/equipment straight is like shoring up an avalanche of wriggling kittens; everything wants attention, and wants it now. I opt for a two-pile system ("now" and "keep") but the size of pile "keep" is daunting. What to do with all the old artwork? (Burn it) The "now" pile is also intimidating, though it'll drill down if ever get the chance to sort it ... isolationist fantasies of sitting at a bare wooden desk overlooking a stormy spring sea ... when instead I should be picking up plastic bags blown into the garden and cutting back the cottoneaster from where it's obstructing access to the meter. And the fridge. It's weighing on my mind.
Had some thought of posting stuff about the UK's upcoming comics events in altcomix, stopped again by the thought that any attempt on my part to promote something is likely (if anything) to make it less popular. With that in mind, apologies to (daily toonster) David Hogg.
I wish I could laminate my life.