So I'm fresh off the phone with my editor, the Incomparable Shelly Bond; she says I'm fine. That the work I'm doing is "genius" and that my output is not compromising anything. Yes, I'm crazy; but it's good crazy. Still...I'm feeling pretty shaky. I guess I'll just have to ride it out. Which won't be a problem with Fred as my Queen.
Here's some photos Jill Thompson sent me to cheer me up. They're all of cemeteries and ghosts and of Dovetail (my studio) torn to shit; but still, she made the effort to cheer me up. We're meeting tomorrow so that she can kick my ass.