Friday, 9 January 2009

What a way to make a living.

Things are back to normal. I'm back in the bike shop looking out over a mass of no customers and searching the internet for work - of which there is plenty mind you. None of which that even threatens to pay though.

So I'll stick to my submissions and other personal projects for today. As much as I want to draw, ink and colour your excellent graphic novel of 100 pages (by next Friday) I'm going to have to pass. Yes, I understand that your dog's friend's sister's uncle's pet carrot once sat next to Stan Lee on a bus, but I'm cold and hungry and don't care for your story.

Unless of course we make it £100 a page and I'll have it done by the weekend.

G.

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