Good morning: it’s currently 21ºF under sunny skies and this is my first Sunday in ages without sending a newsletter. In the long run, I know that taking Macro monthly is the right move: more time for extras, more time to make exclusive things, less bombardment, less boredom for the reader.

When I started writing these daily things last week. I thought it might be withdrawal from the newsletter. Doesn’t look that way: having penned a week’s worth now, I genuinely enjoy these post-breakfast, pre-Work2 dispatches into the ether. (Are you there this morning, Micro? It’s me, Tyler. Hope you’ve solved your server/whatever issues.)

Wednesdays and Sundays now being side-project days, I’m working with comics this morning, trying something I’ve never done before. Terrified and loving it, David Bowie’s words ringing true…

“I think it’s terribly dangerous for an artist to fulfill other people’s expectations. If you feel safe in the area that you’re working in, you’re not working in the right area. Always go a little further into the water than you feel you’re capable of being. Go a little bit out of your depth and when you don’t feel your feet are quite touching the bottom, you’re just about in the right place to do something exciting.”

Sluggish Pixelmator on the little MacBook Air (Error) but it’s doing the job. Churn, little MacBook, churn.