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Tuesday, 10am
Still feels like my manic Monday has not come to an end.
It’s that time of month when instant coffee is my friend.
Damn, got no more cream.Back to black with some sugar. Got the old diabetes lecture from mom a couple of weeks ago.

Still haven’t gone back to the café since that last time. I haven’t gone to my café or Salta’s café. Just don’t want to feel any more worse than I feel now.

Have to start working on this wonderful flyer. Just need to warm up before I start writing how your life will change because of this and that phone. Wow! Yeehaaa! I’m so excited.

I really need to get working on that pitch for that publisher and hopefully she’ll choose one idea, just one story and that would make me happy. And hopefully, that would make me and the whoever the team will be very rich.

Told Dave about Nil and Gerry working on Superman. He was speechless for a couple of seconds. It’s really a big break for Nil and Gerry, to be able to work on a DC’s main character. Considering they’ve already had the chance to draw Wolverine and the rest of the X-Men, it’s only par for the course that they get to draw DC’s “big guys”. And maybe Nil will finally be able to do Batman and maybe even move on to JLA, if that’s what he wants. It would be nice if they can eventually do another creator-owned project and this time, do something with a Pinoy in it.

Or I should stop waiting for them to do that and do it myself.
Get to do comics again.

To write again.
To finish a story.
To see it drawn.
To have it published and read.
Ahhh… yes…

For now… I’ve got a flyer to do.

Later.



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