There's a massive flappy-happy cockroach in my bedroom, in the vicinity of the pile of clothes beneath which my graphics tablet sits. I only know this because the little bastard was crawling up my leg only moments ago. I high-kicked his ass across the room when he proceeded to turn around mid-flight and buzz bomb my head. With a retarded flail of desperation I'd rather never repeat I managed to swat him out of the air. He landed on the clothes pile, thus holding my poor tablet hostage. I won't go ANYWHERE near it to check though. I absolutely cannot stand flying cockroaches. Friendly cockroaches who skitter away when you turn on the lights, noooo problem. But for some reason the moment a roach takes flight, my head becomes a massive target. Go figure.

So the cockroach won't let me draw. I'm curled up in my chair with my feet off the floor, taking good old fashioned pencil to paper. I just had the most absolutely awesome idea for a scenario to draw and no kamikaze cockroach is going to stop me.

As a matter of fact I think the scenario in this drawing has led me to the formulation of a premise for an entire comic series. A really compelling and topical comic series at that.

I'm going to post the drawing along with the premise when I'm satisfied with the state both are in (When the earth is consumed by the death throes of our mother star just before the sun is snuffed out eternally).

Speaking of which, I must have ADD. I've been drawing almost every free moment I have and I have about 5 drawings all in a state of semi-sketchyness, but I can't finish any. I can only sketch for about 5 minutes at a time on one. I guess they'll all be done eventually.