(Image appropriated from APOD.)
Oh, right. I'm still alive, and I still have this "web log" that needs to be updated.
Well -- I did say I would be updating the comics page instead of blogging for a while, giving me the time to work on some longer-term writing projects, didn't I?
What this actually means is that I'm spending my after-work time drawing and 'shopping instead to finalize the two-month backlog I wanted. I always, always, always forget how long it takes me to make these fucking things. (This one in particular was like the bloody Shawshank Redemption.)
So the novella and novel that still need to be proofed and edited still await my attention, and here I am drawing comic strips about vomit jokes.
THESE THINGS THAT I DO, ARE THEY THE BEST I COULD DO?
It's hard for me to feel content with anything this time of the year. I don't think I can be blamed for this. Nor do I think I can be blamed for wanting to launch Mariah Carey and every trace of her recording career into the fucking sun.
Oh, at any rate: the last two comic strips are here and here. A new one will be posted on Thursday. These are exciting times!