Here is a page from a comic I'm working on now. Not lettered yet.

When I'm away from new York I have a little controlled world. A small table to draw on, a movie to watch later, no job to go to. Very easy. But somehow I get things done in New York despite everything. I am going over the pdf for Windy Corner #2 and all I can think is "when did i have the time to do these drawings?" There is a surge of pride to remember that you made the time.