We're in that last phase of preparing Oubliette Issue 8, and the team is bleary eyed and emotional. I keep smacking Pete on the back of his head shouting "Man up, soldier! Only a few more pages to go!"
Actually, nothing of the sort happens. The last part of Oubliette is rather lonely. No more gags, no more flinging around anarchic ideas, just heads down, shoulder to the wheel and any other cliche for hard graft that comes to mind. Our proof reader extra-ordinaire has been infected with primary school coldy germs(care of his beloved granddaughter), but continues to make his eyes bleed, magnificently combing the pages for hideousness whilst honking loudly into a large hankie.
Yesterday, I finished the last ever episode of Goblin Quest. I can't say I'm sorry. It's probably some of the most detailed cartooning work I've done, and no doubt I'll look back on it and make some fatuous comments of how "I did that", but right now, I'm just glad it's over.
I love this mag, but the last part of it is like the end of a marathon. Except, that wall doesn't just appear, it continues to fall on me repeatedly, battering my enthusiasm.
Alright, enough whinging Marg. Time to man up, soldier! Only a few more pages to go!
Somebody, please smack the back of my head. Ouch. Thanks Pete.