Meanwhile, I run mini-prints. Saints, saints, more saints...
As a reminder, there's a Dragonbreath release party/signing at Chapel Hill Comics on Saturday, 1-3! Be there or be...err...elsewhere, I guess. (Oh god, no one will come, it will be horribly embarrassing, or one fan will show up and feel cheated because it's just me and Kevin staring at our shoes...)
Okay. Got that out of my system. I do that every time. I will do that every time until the day I die, unless I somehow become as big as Neil Gaiman, in which case I will begin to fret that there will be too many people and they won't all get their stuff signed and they will feel cheated because they stood in line for six hours and then I fainted of heat exhaustion before meeting them. I don't see a middle ground on this one.
Time to drop Kevin's kilts at the dry cleaners and get lunch, I think.