The end of Posterous is upon us. I haven’t done anything with my Posterous yet. Right now I’m talking to my sister Amy, who’s telling me a funny story about something that happened to someone at the zoo.
Before that, she was playing her banjolele.
I just showed Amy my latest comic, “A Comic Every Week,” and she laughed out loud at it, spontaneously. I was glad that she found it funny, becuase I was worried that it was too depressing-looking, or that only I would get the joke, but apparently I’ve tapped into a common writer’s feeling. Amy’s a writer, and she says writers feel like that all the time.