Got off to another late start because I got up at 7:20 AM. I’ve been pretty good at making sure I draw every weekday morning for at least an hour, but the other half of that schedule was to get up at 7:00 and be done at 8:00. Luckily, I don’t have a dayjob that requires me to be there at a specific hour, and right now I’m doing some work at home. But, while I have some flexibility, that doesn’t mean I should slack off on punctuality.

Although, it doesn’t help that my wife hits snooze three times before getting up, and since I get up when she does, that means we’re both late.

Today I finished the first page and laid out the second. I thought I’d get more done, but I didn’t. Some things took longer than I’d anticipated, and since I insist on drawing every panel instead of copying and pasting (something I reserve only for when I want to get across a sense of timelessness), I had to do my usual draw and trace method for certain panels.

But, I did get to draw a mess of French fries.

One other thing I noticed, last night, was that I’ve been really tired lately. Even before this whole rehab thing started. Part of it might be because my “real” job, teaching drumlines, had a slight schedule change to where I am now working more nights than afternoons. This means that all the stuff I’m supposed to do at night – write music, finish my novel – has been getting put aside because when I get home I want to spend time with my wife. I suppose I could stay up even later; I am a night owl, after all, but I’m trying to stick with the morning comics shift, which means even less sleep.

I know that in order to accomplish one’s goals, sacrifices must be made. However, I need to find a way to sacrifice less… or at least sacrifice different things.

Less sleep, more coffee?