I have half a page of Countdown #4 left to ink which, after I finish it in the morning, will mean I've worked seventeen days in a row.
And I got to thinking how SOFT I've gotten over the years. When I first broke into the business in my early twenties, I would take a day off maybe once every six months and odds are, one of those days was Christmas. And those days would be LOOOOOOOOOOOOONG, twelve to fifteen hours every single day. And then I'd walk to school in two feet of snow without any shoes uphill, because that's what we did way back in the nineties.
But the thing is, I never remember feeling worn out by that schedule. It was just life at the time.
Granted, I have more responsibility now, a family and the such, but I'm definitely not made of iron any more. I think I'm starting to rust. Luckily, I've learned to work smarter over the years and that can make all the difference.