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</div>"SHIT!" Jessica Reed tore the sheet of paper off her sketch pad and hurled it angrily at the paper basket. She missed, and the screwed up ball joined three others on the floor. "GAAAAAH!" The cry of frustration stemmed from having absolutely no idea what to put on the paper in front of her. This was her own, free-time project - a webcomic she'd started  a few years ago, and was hoping to keep going, even though she was now working full time. Maybe that was the problem though. Working as a graphic designer for an advertising agency was a demanding job, even though it didn't seem like it at first. She was on deadlines to produce artwork for adverts, posters, flyers. They'd even given her the job of story-boarding a TV advert. That one was still sitting in her in tray. It was a sign of how much faith they had in her work that she was given this sort of project, Jess knew that, but at the same time the work was sapping all her creative energy.<br/><br/>Inspiration suddenly hit. Pencil moved over paper. A rough outline sketch of a four panel comic. First panel, a dark, round blob with vaguely human features, hunched over a drawing board. Second panel, the same, but with a nasty tentacle monster, labelled "full time work", sneaking in from the side. The third panel showed the dark vaguely human blob being enveloped by the tentacles and sucked up into them. And the forth panel showed and empty husk and the tentacle monster heading off in search of further prey. Jess grinned. Oh yes. And she was pretty certain that her readers would relate to this.<br/><br/>She tore the page out more carefully and placed it on her scanner. The computer was already on of course, with dozens of unread emails and a handful of IMs. She opened the scanner function and pulled the sketch into the computer, then transferred it to the drawing tablet. This was her pride and joy and something she'd saved up for months in order to buy. Now the cartoon took shape, the dark blob became her own cartoon avatar, the one the readers would recognise as her representation of herself. She giggled as she showed the tentacles invading places that would definitely earn the cartoon it's Adult status - something she didn't mind. A lot of her cartoons were racy, raunchy, verging on pornographic, and the language her characters used was definitely adult.<br/><br/>"There, done..." She smirked. It had taken a little over an hour, once the idea hit. The cartoon was uploaded to the queue, and would appear on her website in a couple of weeks. Still, she needed to do more, because the twice-a-week schedule was eating into the buffer of cartoons she had ready. "Ugh! Coffee!" She pulled the door to her room open and headed for the kitchen.