I wrote another book report. Maybe this will be my last. Something made me respond to the publicist’s pitch. I ignore or politely decline most, and, as I wrote here a couple weeks ago, I’m trying to quit the whole racket. Something about this book makes me say yes. I start read and can’t stop. Now I want to read everything else the guy wrote.

I work most of a day on the stencil for my book-release posters. Then dug through the flatfile for old drawings to use as background/setting. Not sure how many I’ll make. There’s still lots of time left. Working on little jobs like this is a lot more satisfying than the hand-off and wait and wait and wait of mass-production situations like book-publication.

I’m in this transition-point frame of mind. Trying to figure out what I want to give my remaining energy to the next few years. No more book reports, maybe no more books. Definitely more one-off projects like posters, paintings, zines, etc. I think smaller and smaller is where I’m headed. It’s the opposite of the expected trajectory but it feels like where I need to be going.

Mallory made me watch Practical Magic, then we talked about it. I’m reading some stuff from the last book in The Frunchroom this Thursday, which means a trip back to Beverly. Come listen if you’re around.