A preview panel cuz I got nothin'.

This panel will toootally make sense probably. I'm trying to get more stuff up here, but I've been running myself ragged lately trying to get the comic done and also put my house together and mow the lawn or whatever. 

I guess I can talk for a minute about one of the odd ways I approach writing this comic, though. One of my main rules is to just be super indulgent all the time. I can always cut stuff out if it's over the top or doesn't fit, but if something appeals to me, I'm going to assume that it appeals to other people as well. 

Since way back in the late 90s, I've been reading fanfiction off and on, and I think the thing that fascinates me the most about fanfic is that you've got authors taking whatever media they really enjoy, and then distilling it into something they find purely enjoyable. That guy I like dies? NOT ANYMORE! I want these two characters to make out and then bang against a wall? YEP, THAT'S HAPPENING. It's totally indulgent. But at the same time, I've read fanfic with better quality of characterization and more driving, compelling plots than some mainstream novels, so there ya go. It obviously works when it works.

Anyway, I had to do an animated film for my thesis in college, which took like, a year and a half of planning and drawing and painting and whatnot. So, I made the most indulgent thing I could think of. Forests, and a handsome dude, and a cute girl, but not too much touchy feely romance, and some solid emotional beats to make you cry. I had to work on it all that time, and I didn't want to make something I would hate, and even though it sucked dragging my ass through all that work, I didn't hate it by the end. And even though I've been making this comic for almost 2.5 years, I still enjoy writing it. I don't think I could hate it if I wanted to, because I just write what makes me happy. 

Though, I guess if "writing what makes you happy" comes out reading like a really gory episode of Forensic Files...just don't tell me about it so I don't have to worry about you killing someone.