#345: The Strike hits Comic-Con, The Rain Hits Manhattan, and I hit the road (...to LA.)

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My drawing hand is swollen and my ears are ringing, but …I’m all outta books.

I’m writing to you from LA this week, which is possibly the least New York place on Earth. (Possibly why so many fed-up New Yorkers move here.) Sophie and I took the coaster train up from San Diego after a relentless 4-days of signing and selling books at San Diego Comic-Con. T…