Okay, so, my first round of submissions to "The New Yorker," ten cartoons sent via the cloud/internet, sort of like I'm putting this together, after a month, came back. Not the actual cloud images, just the (new) standard rejection slip. Printable, I'd guess; though I didn't. It guides the rejected losers toward studying the cartoons that are good enough to make the magazine to see the style and scope and... you know, the right fit for the magazine. OKAY.

One of their requirements is that cartoon can't have appeared elsewhere, even on an obscure blog, until, I'm guessing, they are rejected. SO, without too much explanation, here is another cartoon that... wait, I'm going to state now that I do believe I've developed my own style, and don't plan on switching to a softer, more washes and such, look just to... OKAY, maybe I'd change it a bit.

Maybe I already have. I did change my illustrating style, quite visible on my surf-centric site, realsurfers.net once I decided to produce the realsurfers Coloring Book. A little more open space, probably, but I won't, won't... Okay again; I submitted another ten cartoons (once can submit a maximum of 10, once a month) for a second round, now in the review/reject process; and it's time to submit some more, and I don't have 10.

It's frontloading. I'm not sure if I can send in five, then another five. Or I could wait. Anyway, I can explain the cartoon if I have to. Meanwhile, I've framed some of the first ones. Yeah, I know, you don't have to explain the difference between hopeful and delusional.