The road to the end of the year is paved with my artistic intentions. I have lists of short comics to make but life upended my fall plans. Including last week when we missed Thanksgiving because everyone was sick. Working on books demands planning. Earlier this week I struggled to remember if a book was slated for 2026 or 2027. Then my husband asked me about the previous weekend and my mind was blank. My memory has always been weak but there’s an art to keeping your head in the present, past and years in the future. It’s not the kind of art I can do. Markings of time, arbitrary as they are, create a magnetic push and pull inside me.
Thanks for another great newsletter! And for the recommendations. 😄