I See Dead People!

Of course, the other way of looking at it is that I'm a total stubborn fuck. If I have a vision for a drawing, ain't no no-nothing editor gonna tell me different. No how!

One of the compromises I agreed to was to lose the image of the dead boy with hand trailing in the Nile-turned-to-blood. Like the dark punchline of that tenth plague, this last bit of imagery in my plagues spread is stark and harsh. The editor suggested I show grieving parents instead (dressed in Gap™ clothing?). So I seem to have redrawn it as a grieving mother with a dead child in her lap. I actually researched pietas for the image. I was all proud of the new drawing when I looked at it again and... there was still a dead child.

I'm a stubborn fuck.

Oh! Also! I got a chipper phone call from editor bitch on my voice mail: "Hi, I'll be in Toronto next Wednesday for the day. Let's meet!" I'm writing back to her this morning: "Oh, shucks! I'll be out of town for a couple of days." Frankly, a face to face would only be an invitation for negotiation and I'm through negotiating.

I'm in a better mood, by the way. Thanks for your words of support. I should be upstairs drawing already, so bye.