Life gets all fiddly in places, doesn't it?
It goes all fuzzy at the edges, and things don't happen when they should.I've barely drawn for a long while. The graphic novel is so far behind where it should be at this point that I fear my head may be lopped off. As well, my column over at The Noyse has been left unattended for almost three months, and there hasn't been a new Emcee Square since I learned that the esteemed Bob Thaves had died.I'm sick to death of it.I'm feeling the fire again.I have that sense again. The necessary sense that the world is a vile cesspool stocked with vicious dogs (you'll forgive the mixed metaphor), and I have to stop cowering in the corner, pick up my pipe wrench, and start bashing in heads once again.The new Emcee Square is up, the very first I've attempted to do 100% on the computer.