A few years back, shortly after going full freelance, I decided I shouldn't have to work weekends anymore. It was one thing when I was working for The Man, and nights and weekends were the only time I had to myself. I don't mind doing my own stuff on my own time, like Love and Capes, but I didn't want to have to work on weekends anymore.
It's a great theory, and it works more than it doesn't. This weekend was one of those "doesn't" times. That's okay, since both projects were for people I like who don't ask for too much. I'm willing to make a diving catch in the end zone a couple of times, but if it happens every time, then that's just poor planning.
I had a really good Sunday. I went over to my Grandma's for "dinner" (well, it's lunch, but it looks like dinner) and hung out with the family, and visited with a couple of friends later in the afternoon, and even watched The Simpsons with my parents and brother. All great things. But, for some reason, I was beat when I finally got to the drawing board to ink and color this cover.
There have been plenty of times that I've been up until 1:30 in the morning working on Love and Capes and it's an effort to make myself go to bed. Maybe it's the last two months of that and LNC taking its toll, but I just had no power. I could hear my couch calling to me: "Look, Bourne Identity is on. And you've got lots of Supernatural on DVD yet." I'm not really a lay-on-the-couch guy, more of a do-something-while-the-TV's-on guy, but man, yesterday I really wanted to just veg out.
I managed to ink the drawing and lay it out in Photoshop so that I could wake up (shudder) early to finish it this morning. I did manage to get up a quarter after six to start coloring.
Have I mentioned the glories of coffee, by the way?
I got it done, and I think it looks really good. It's one of the rare jobs that actually turned out a little better than I envisioned in my head. So I guess it was worth it.