A Distant Soil by Colleen Doran

Got over my deadline hump a few week’s back, the convention crawling is over, and I didn’t even get a case of con crud to set me back more than a few days with sniffles.

I have several jobs on my plate, all with reasonable deadlines, all great projects, all wonderful people. Really and REALLY. I’m in a very good head space.

There’s a nice financial cushion in the bank, there’s plenty of time to do good drawing without feeling haggard, there’s a little time to go into the city once a week to see a movie, there’s time to go outside and get good gardening done. It’s about as ideal as this cartoonist’s life gets.

There’s time to spend a few hours a week doing more weeding out of goods, get more packages shipped, see the end of the Paper Pile of Doom. Today’s rummage brought up a long-missing page of pencils I had almost written off as something to be redone. Yet there it is.

I’ve decided to go ahead and continue posting A Distant Soil pages 4-5 times a week for the rest of the year. Thanks to everyone for your kind support. I may have to cut back next year, but we’ll see.

Only one more convention for sure this year: the North American Science Fiction Convention in Raleigh, North Carolina. I’ll post more info when I have it. It’s likely I’ll have a booth as well as art in the art show. Also likely I’ll be a program participant. And, for the first time, my brother may be showing some of his sculptures and figure work. His painted miniatures are world class. I can’t wait for people to finally get a look at them.

It’s a great day. And you helped make it possible.

Thanks for the support, the kind words, the gifts, the friendly banter.

Thank you so much for everything.

c