I really have no idea what’s going to happen on the paper when I first sit down to draw. Today I started late, after a long day of meetings, and only had a half hour or so before I needed to get to bed. I’ve been irritable and grumpy, and really half-expected to produce a mysterious scary demon, but this is what happened. Maybe the root of my anger is really sorrow, and I need the comforting and the laughter.