The Writing Is Hard, And

I Wish I Had A Typical Workday. I Struggle To Get Up At Seven And Almost Always Fail. I Just Try To Get To My Office As Soon As I Can, But It's Always Later Than I Would Like.

My Father Once Nearly Came To Blows With A Female Dinner Guest About Whether A Particular Patch Of Embroidery Was Fuchsia Or Magenta. But The Infinite Gradations Of Color In A Fine Sunset - From Salmon To Canary To Midnight Blue - Left Him Wordless.

The Writing Is Hard, And The Drawing Is Fun. It's Very Satisfying To See A Drawing Start To Come Together.

For Some Reason Writing And Drawing Are Very Separate Processes For Me.

Well, I'm Always Working On My Comic Strip And Trying To, You Know, Keep Cranking That Out.