I am currently writing a story involving precocious raccoons, walking islands, and treacherous emperors (as if there were any other kind) and I think it should surely earn me a Literary Award.
Also, I'll be embarking on my illustrious comics career (do I smell Eisner Awards on the wind? It may just be curry, but...) with a short story. It'll be jocular and fun, and carefully balanced out by a sorrow-fest of a project that will follow, shortly before embarking on my first big publication, "Losing Ground". Losing Ground will be so amazing, Jules Verne will do a post-mortem spiral in his grave and leak corpse-tears out of sheer joy.
And in more mundane matters, tomorrow begins my efforts at employment. Hopefully this will allow me to keep a roof over my head, graphite in my pencils, and coffee in my gullet.
And to my editor, who I know reads this, I'm waiting on the return of chapter one of my prose works. I'm already working on finishing up chapter two!
With all my love/contempt/etc, everyone.