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the birds are singing. the skies are grey. I am working on the submarine. Its kind of like really working on a sub, I get all rolled in a ball and focused on the drawings. Things seem to be going very slowly. I am working at home because I need to do laundry. This is day three of sub 6 and I have drawn 8 pages and the story doesn't seem to be done yet. usually I work until the muse departs, but there are so many threads, I fear I shall never come to the end of it. I feel like a Fate. I have all this material collected and I can't see how it is going to go together. Maybe it won't, maybe there will be enough for a book of unpublished drawings. [sigh] I wish I wasn't constrained to black and white. Grr