Wow, you think I would’ve had something cool drawn for today, but believe it or not, I’m still going on side quests to get Krita back on a computer. And back up my photos. And clear space on a hardrive. Also my Nan’s PC got corrupted so I reinstalled her OS and while I was at it, I put a spare drive in. Now my photos and comics are backed up there, just in case.
But I took the night off to ring in the new year, and everyone had some crunchies.
So that’s us and where we are now. The comic is coming back because I need the stories to be told.
There are also 1200+ older comics that I have to bring over here. So more adventures await. Cheers!
I had a lot of comics in the works, and having not learned my lesson in February when one computer went kaput and took a comic with it, I continued to not use paper and just tonight noticed I lost about 700 files of comics in progress, reference photos, fan art requests, and who knows what else.
I think the universe is trying to tell me something.
The comic was my therapy, and so figure how long I’ve gone without that, multiply it by how long people have been waiting for fan art from me and square it by all the days I didn’t get outside this year, and well, I’m not in a great place mentally at the moment. The cats and Puppy keep me alive, I’ll be fine. I shouldn’t have to explain why losing my artwork hurts, to quote the late great Sean Connery in Medicine Man, “Haven’t you ever lost anything?”
To be fair, she brought them into the basement, I just followed her in with a litter pan, bowl of water, plates of food, a radio, some boxes, lots of crunchies….
I really didn’t mean to bail on the comic, but drawing on a phone is weird when you have to keep an eye on where the kittens are and assure the mom that the big silver kitten is really a sweet guy and it’s just that all the cool toys were his up until now. A bit of déjà vu except The Fluffy One is totally cool about all the cats he has to deal with now. So many stories to tell.
A flashback to 2018 in honor of the king. This year is so cruel it now took Chadwick Boseman and I can’t deal with that. He’s younger than me, for one thing. My heart goes out to his family and all the kids who saw T’Challa and believed they could do anything. That part of him stays. He never yielded.
My summer has been busy, but here are some highlights. This comic took me weeks to make.
I am planning to make a lot of these drawings better. In fact, this is how all the comics start out. But for now, this is what we have, and if you’ve never checked out the alt text to the comics, now would be a good time.
Or do you prefer these kind of comics?
Yeah, I didn’t think so. (Also I don’t think blacking out my userpics for a few days fixed anything, but I think you know that, too.)
Anyway, the comic seems to be a Saturday comic now. How about that. For what I have planned, the next two weeks need to have two comics or else I HAVE FAILED.
I am opening voting on which bit of this comic you’d like to see more of, give me a direction to go in the future.