I feel like I have finally caught up. Freelance work sorted, prints mailed, posters posted, Gillen sent home, personal life turned upside-down, house cleaned, laundry done, photos posted. I feel like I have finally recovered.

Let’s see - Kelly Sue’s baby shower was lovely, and I still need to finish the baby kimonos. I have till Sept. 21st, right? Sheesh. I knit slow.

Gillen came to visit - before SDCC and after. We took him to a baseball game, which was the most American thing I could think of to do.

I did not take a single picture at SDCC. I don’t really know why. I felt very low-key the entire time, and maybe a little burned out. I mean, how many pictures of Slave Leia can I take? It’s hard, since I am there to:
A) see my friends
B) hustle work
C) have the closest thing to a vacation that I can manage.
I did get a chance to balance all three - new work is in the hopper (post-CARRIER, of course!), I saw my nearest and dearest, even if it wasn’t nearly enough of a visit. I danced, I went to the beach, I stayed up VERY VERY LATE… I had some awesome stuff happen that I am not gonna tell you guys about. I spent… maybe 1 day in total in the actual con? I bought some pens. They are excellent.
Saw Ellis for about 20 min - he fondled my new tattoo and told me I was a jackass in re:my personal life, but he still loves me. Saw Jamie Rich for like, 1/2 an hour… man, it was just too hard to see everyone! I was happy I stayed with Jill, because she was THE BEST ROOMIE EVAR, OMG. My panels went great, Jim was really pleased with his, which is what I wanted. I got slightly sunburned on my last day there, and it actually felt really good.

I came away with the same feelings I always come away with about comics… it sucks to be a girl in this industry, and nothing will ever change. I saw bad behavior passed off with a “well, he was drunk”, I saw petty jealousy that ended up with some girl-on-girl drama (sisters! unite! quit being bitches, yo!), and everyone I talked to about my concerns or issues was very lazy-fair. Why should we bother trying to change anything, when no one wants to put a finger on what exactly is wrong?

I want to do comics, but I still don’t know what that means. I don’t have Fraction’s passion for the form, or Kelly Sue’s concern for craft. I love drawing, and I love stories, but… well, I don’t know shit about the Avengers, y’know? (Altho, thanks to Gillen and Fraction, I am now obsessed with Dazzler. Bah.)

Anyways - post SDCC I had a small soirée for Gillen, and KC’s finest came out. I have been hella laying low since, recovering. Back into the swing of it now tho.

Back to work!