Where does my time go?

My freelance jobs remind me of swimming with William Shatner’s wife: one minute Im going along nicely then next Im drowning in little jobs that are either done for free or are speculative towards a bigger project, then the pools drier than my wit. Ah ha. Ha.

Last night I got a second (!) offer to draw/develop a comic book in Marvel style (kids…I cant do Marvel style. If I could, Id be in the animation field) which I will have to decline sadly. “Why not learn how to draw?” I hear you say. I learned a long time ago that I dont have the sharp eye for important things like perspective and structure when drawing the human figure. that and Im too busy. I have a catbox to clean, an apartment to clean, laundry to clean, and a 27″ model of the spaceship from Forbidden Planet to complete (according to my New Years Resolution List). Im honoured that I was asked. Really. But its beyond my scope and I am comfortable with letting it go.

Meanwhile, frigging GANZ hasnt called. Im on pins and needles here kids. On one hand it may mean Im still in the running. On the other it may mean they werent satisfied with my interview and theyre still looking. I think I will fret about this until I get a massive ulcer. That will show ’em!