She said she got a “deer john” letter. I said I didn’t want to hear about it.

Hmm. Maybe it was supposed to be “queue the deer.”

That might make more sense.

Oh Deer.

Seriously.

If the angels are crying, make them stop.

Go do nice things or something.

I am so tired of rain.

Rain.

Rain.

Rain.

Rain.

Rain.

Rain.

Rain.

Enough already.

Oy.

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What do you see?

An angry dinosaur?

Dashes?

A squinty eyed alien?

A walrus carrying a polar bear?

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Thus is what you end up staring at sometimes when thinking up a blog post.

Maybe I’m all written out.

Don’t know.

What I hope is the final draft of my novel has been sent off to my editor. Details for the cover illustration have been fired off to my illustrator.

While I wait on both of those, I am working on two other novels.

Thus, blank screen for blog posts.

Maybe it’s been done before, but I didn’t see anywhere that it had been, so I figured I’d give it a try. I know Larry Niven covered a different bodily excretion, but I’m not sure if anyone’s covered this.

I decided to draw it on my Wacom tablet. Clearly, I need more practice. I feel sorry for Jimmy, who apparently has chicken legs or something in the first panel and barely a body (or a head) in the second panel. And his hand seems to be embedded in his camera. Plus his head is odd, and his body is misshapen. Face it, he’s a mess.

Enjoy the go! LOL.

Slow Day

Slaw Day

Slap Day

Snap Day

Snip Day

Slip Day

Clip Day

Chip Day

Chop Day

Chow Day

Show Day

Snow Day

Or vice versa.

And maybe I spelled that wrong.

Start the year off on a blank slate!

Too bad it’s kind of dirty already.