A lot of very loose line-work in this.  Trina Robbins once postulated I might not even pencil.  I might as well not, considering how loosely I stick to any lines I do lay down in roughs.

The new project, A Little Death, is being done with some of my old slow care, simply because it’s more fun.  It’s like The Virgin Project, but it’s about the other end of life: how we’ll die, how we’re afraid we’ll die, how we hope we’ll die.  While we might not ALL lose our virginity, we’re all going to die.

Entries welcome.  All I need is a couple of sentences or a scribble, which will appear under anonymous names and life status, and release all rights to the author (nambly, me).  ONE entry will be under a real name, but Kjartan Arnorsson insisted on doing his own pages, and they were too good to deny him.  How the hell do we turn away a worshiper of Thor?