Must try to sleep. Still buzzing from the Ritalin tablet I took at 9 pm (the dose has just been raised to 2 tablets daily, which in itself is quite a hit of stimulant), but must try -- and also get up relatively early tomorrow to throw myself at the last 23 pages of Hardy Boys, six of which don't have finished flats yet and one of which I still haven't received. >.<

The editor hasn't emailed me back yet. Heh -- I hope he got the message written between the lines, namely that I'm not going to allow a precedent to be set whereby the book's artist submits "color guides" that I have to conform my color to, because you can guess where that will lead... namely, to the artist putting his 2 cents in on my work and dictating how I proceed, which I can't imagine tolerating. That way, as they say, lies sheer madness.