
Yesterday I got up and started to work on some drawings when David knocked on my door and told me someone was on the phone for me. It was Naomi from the school, and she was calling to see if I was going to make sure I was going to make it to the school. She offered me a ride, which I’m glad I accepted, because two seconds after walking outside to wait for her it started pouring rain. Not that I’m afraid of getting wet, but I needed to bring my computer, and although my Crumpler bag is “Water proof” I don’t feel like risking it. It didn’t rain long, and shortly after we got to the school it was bright and sunny again.
We printed out over 400 pages of drawings I’ve done in the last few months, then had to sort them into a couple different piles. I did this so James could look at my drawings side by side with his. Hopefully then we will catch any mistakes I’ve made, or details I’ve overlooked, and also we need to decide on a colour scheme to use throughout the entire book to give it a uniform look. Thus far I’ve been making doubles or triplicates of everything using different views and colour schemes. Which is why there was over 400 pages.
Afterwards Naomi drove me back to David’s, where I intended to do a bunch of work but instead, I decided to get drunk and go make a fire by the ocean. I love sitting by a fire, and by the ocean. Combining the two is unreal. Now all I have to do is throw sex in the equation, and I’ll be in heaven.

I’ve been back on Gabriola for a few days now, and the weather has been amazing so far. As soon as I got here I realized it felt completely different being here this time. I’ve been trying to figure out why, but I think it’s a number of different factors. For starters, last time I came here I knew no one. Not one person. This time, I saw someone I knew the minute I got on the ferry. It just so happened to be James, the dude whose book I’m illustrating. We chatted the entire trip over about my progress on the book, and some ideas we both had regarding it. Then I got off the ferry, and knew exactly what to do to get me where I was going. Last time I was here, I stood around holding a shit load of stuff trying to find a cab phone number, a working payphone, and my way to where I was going. This time, it was simple. Called a cab, knew where I was going, and was there in no time.
I’m staying in the same place I stayed last time, so arriving here was different as well. Instead of feeling uncomfortable and awkward meeting a new person and staying in their house, I felt like I was returning to a sort of vacation home or something. I knew David already, so instead of that awkward initial banter you usually experience in situations like that, we just caught up on events that transpired since I was last here in November, and I smoked a joint.
Another difference I noticed is that, it’s so much nicer being here without thinking your significant other is loving having time away from you. Instead I know she’s missing me as much as I miss her, and in the same ways. We talk every night, and all day if possible. She even was willing to listen to instructions on how to get the webcam she bought (all just to talk with me!) working. Something I could never have gotten Andie to do. She’d have either made some lame excuse up, or just said, “Can’t you just do it?”. Instead, Holly stuck with it, regardless of how frustrated either of us got, and we managed to get it to the point where we can now see and hear each other. It’s not the same as being able to hug and kiss her, but it’s much better than only being able to chat on MSN. Plus I found it incredibly hot the way she was willing to try something even though she had no idea what she was doing. So smart, and so hot. What more could I ask for?
Also, she’s going to come see me! Yup, that’s right. Her. Not her parent’s and sister, but actually HER! I’ll get to be in a place I love with a lady I love and, maybe even make love!

I haven’t forgotten about you little bloggy. I’ve just been too busy enjoying living life to write about it. It’s amazing how good it feels to be with someone who has emotions, and even talks about them. And the way she talks, she makes me tingle. I wish there was a way I could have brought her with me. But then I’d get nothing done. I’ll just have to wait, and hope that I’m not waiting long.