I like Vasilia, she’s fun to hang out with, but only in small doses. In writing’s today’s strip I wrote a whole week’s worth of stuff between her and her chicken. That’s how I write a lot of these strips, as if I have unlimited time and space, and then pick out the important bits. I think the longest that’s gone on was three pages of conversation between Merunga and the Frank, maybe, maybe, three or four lines of it survived, but it told me a lot about where I wanted it to go. Course, back then, I was still wasting weeks at a time on little to nothing, so those four lines I salvaged were probably surrounded by 15-20 lines that didn’t need to be saved.

All of that is to say, the pages I spent between Vasilia and her chicken were fun, but not so much fun they needed much more space than I’ve allotted them here.