Panel 1- ME, banging my head against the keyboard of my laptop at my dining table; writer's block has struck again.
Panel 2- ME, looking up. A knock at my door has gotten my attention.
Panel 3- POV over my shoulder. The LUMBERJANES are huddled in one big, hands-folded, pleading mass.
Panel 4- Karaoke-pancake night at the Lumberjane's camp (the bedsheets banner behind me says so). I am on stage, scream-singing-rapping into a mike on a boom stand. On one side of me, I'm scratching on a turntable. My other hand is flipping blueberry pancakes in a cast iron skillet over a hot Franklin stove. The 'JANES in the front row scream with glee.
ME (somewhat musically): Seesaw swingin' with the boys in school and ya feet flyin' up in the air...