I have a monthly column published in the magazine.

I call this weekend right before the deadline "Hell Weekend" and my family goes into a handling state of 'I don't exist'.

If you want to know it deeply, please try to read

"The weekend before the deadline, a black aura wafted through the Ebata household."

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When I enter this "Hell Weekend," I can't see or hear anything but the writing process.

I'm playing background music, but I'm not hearing it.

My brain would have no room for anything else.

It's often during these "Hell Weekends" that I experience relatively large "diary update delays" (though there are others).

So, if my updates are delayed, I would appreciate it if you could guess that "Ebata is in quite a state of hell.

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Incidentally, late at night after writing the first edition, I like to spend time picking up the lines of the illustrations while drinking "beer (non-alcoholic).

I can enjoy the music while creating it, and since I only need to deliver it just before the Web release, I have relatively more time to spare.

I hated writing and drawing as a child, but now I've arrived at a future I never expected.

I sometimes wonder what I would be doing in a world where computers didn't exist, but I can't imagine what I would be doing at all.