Back to the Grindstone.

I must be the luckiest girl in the world, because I got shit on by a bird AGAIN, making it the second successful aerial besmirching of my back since February. Let's hope superstition holds up and furthers my fortune; I feel like it already might be helping me. (It's also not like I won't be dealing with bird shit daily soon enough - we're planning to pick up some new baby chicks later on this week.)

Matt's handmade henhouse, the Huevos Ranchero.

I've set next Monday, the 21st, as my goal to complete the next chapter of Ivy to allow for a few days' wiggle room with printing before the big Stumptown weekend. In those seven days I have ten pages to start/complete. This might have seemed more impossible, but yesterday alone I wrapped up two inked pages, got them into the computer, and finished up the greys for them and two more - four complete in one afternoon! Now it's down to the wire and I have to do something I'd never imagine I'd be doing - taking Dave Sim's advice. "One. Page. A. Day." (Plus three.) Let's see.