The 'great depression' handouts continue.... Brief visit to Ice Station Zebra yesterday, a few hours sitting by the glow of the fire, swilling minimally and chuntering contentedly with Agent Johnny. But, my, what sudden productivity! Our man in Pester Wails
truly delivering by having fired ahead with his inking and roughing out
the concluding 10 pages to Evil Hollywood fer to draw (all by himself it
now seems). Plans to limit the introduction to a single page were also
agreed upon. Amazing what an encouraging letter (and a nod to a print
deadline) can do! Nothing much of worth on the 'one-eyed god' recently
and the 'rekkid player' wiz 'restin' up, so the chat turned to the
merits of the Star Trek fillums, Cordwainer Smith's science fiction, Live Dead, and the possible reappraisal and renaissance of John Byrne....
Sounds: nothing.... contented chuntering all the way....
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