It’s nearing midnight. I always work best once the sun has set. The calm of night keeps me focused. On page 111 before I realized there are actually 177 pages, not 117. I was wondering why the remaining bit felt so thick. I’ve taken a beat to contemplate a change to the end of chapter…

only got to page 99 before the power came back. Right on time. It’s been four hours, what have I accomplished?

On page 91 of the book now. Had to take a pause to hunt for those small page sticky’s in my room, flashlight drawn. Finally, defaced the pages with my pen and highlighter. It’s my process. Maybe not the best, but it’s mine. I’ll go back to the other 90 just to hand-edit them, feels…

The power’s gone out. Went out just after nine, and assumed back between one and three. Could be later. I tested out the new digital drawing board, which proved both enriching and humbling — I’m not a very good illustrator, but I am persistent. I made some mock-up’s for the Testimony crow, which should prove…