#I think I would of rather seen it finshed properly
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I’m still alive
i have accepted that this blog has quickly become the place i show up to with the intent of screaming into the void, and that’s fine. i guess that’s what tumblr is for? feels weirdly on brand for a wana be “no adult content on our christian website” place.
in any case. here’s an update?
he likes to feel tall.
i have finally, FINALLY started working on the visual side of almost home. the first chapter is actually available on tapas! initially i had in mind to update once every three weeks but given that i’m about to start looking for employment, i’ll just update whenever it’s done. keeping in mind that -and i did the math- three weeks is the slowest possible, crawling pace for a 10-12 page update. So on that front, i’d say it’s pretty good.
i drew this while at a friend’s
i’ve been recently thinking about how my ambitions for my work have consideraby changed since i started making comics three or so years ago. it hasn’t even been three years technically, and yet i already find myself utterly ashamed of the mess of a twitter account i have. not right now... i like to think i’ve become at least a decent person?
honestly? fuck that one tweet with 3000 likes.
going back to my point, one thing I have internalized again and again in these three years, is that no one cares. not even a single soul. i could quit right now and not a soul would even flinch. one more dead social media account to the pile. but that’s oddly liberating in the weirdest way...?
i like rain.
like... I don’t owe anything to anyone...? i can do whatever the hell i want. i have some good friends who would want to check out what i’m doing, and i’d like to think i’m satisfied with that. i don’t look forward to retweets and likes. i do enjoy it mind you, i still have a soul. it’s just that by now it feels more like a side effect of the work more than an intended consequence.
lightbug!
and that’s fine you know? i might never be seen. no one might read almost home and it might very well get lost in the ocean of comics on tapas. so could all my other work. and that’s okay.
addmitedly, i have other things to be concerned by... namely finding a job and balancing my life with my comic work, not to mention the fact that everyone seems to be leaving in search of self improvement and care (good on them) not pointing fingers or anything because that would be plain immature, but it’s only human to miss people. messaging doesn’t cut it for me and as a result i would much rather keep my needy selfishness to myself.
this one’s better in context
in any case, such is life right? i’m finishing this comic. i’m going to finsh all these damn projects. just you wait and see. just try and stop me.
i have yet to properly can this one.
by far the least ambitious of the lot, but i think it’s cute.
that’s it. party’s over. see you in six years when i grow old and give birth to seven children at once.
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