Well, well, well, look who’s come crawling back.
There are a few factors that attributed to my unannounced and probably unnoticed hiatus. There was the sickness: a period of time where I had chronic daily migranes (probably an allergy-related thing: WEIRD!), there was the SICKNESS where Shingles knocked me on my ass and out of order for a week, there was the move, there was the uncertain work situation, and there was the exhaustion. Perhaps thrice-weekly is too aggressive a schedule on top of a full-time week. I’m sure there are people out there who can manage it but I am no longer one of them. I like sleep. I need sleep. Sleep is good.
I think moreso it’s that I didn’t altogether respect the process. Webcomics is serious business and it takes a ton of time and dedication to the craft to produce something at a consistent and high level. I took for granted that, given my exhuberance in starting this project. I had a renaissance of thoughts, ideas, arching story lines, a massive backlog, and character development. I wanted so bad to tell a story and use my creativity. I love to draw, so I thought: this should be easy.
DirtyNickname for Dirty. told me repeatedly throughout the entirety of my affliction and even now, how difficult it is to write a proper Shingles joke and for once in his stupid-ass, goddamned life: he’s right. It’s not a terribly fun or funny situation to be in and it’s not entirely too common so I thought I’d find something analogous. Shingles generally only affects the elderly: even the ad campaigns for the vaccine (WHICH ISN’T 100% EFFECTIVE!) are geared towards a more silvered people. Maybe they can use this comic to help spread the message.