Rain, rain,

rain, rain, rain, rain.

Stanley Wells book two 1st draft tidied up and sent off this morning. I spent the walk to the post office trying a; to protect the manuscript from the rain and b; coming up with many changes I might like to make, or that the editor is obviously going to ask for. Ah well, given the state of my brain over the few months I've been writing it for, it's a small miracle that the thing exists at all.

Here are a few stiff sketches for something else. I haven't been drawing enough...