Monday. ALL of one. So much time that a redraw might well have been faster. The results… well, they speak for themselves. Admittedly, I spent a hell of a lot more time on the previous page than I did on this one… but it seriously needed it, whereas this one… well, it’s cluttered enough to get away with minor cleanup. Where “minor” is “last I looked at the clock it was ten HOW IS IT TWO?” etc.
Whatever I ate for dinner – some kind of chocolate beef thing my roommate whipped up – is getting to me. The smell has stuck to my hands, the inside of my nose, and there’s something quite particular about it that makes my stomach roll. Might account for the timesink.
Mastering notes, 2016.12.06 – Minor dialogue adjustments.
