Good Neigh's Get Cookies

"Ey, Rok!  Yer a good neigh!  Know what good neigh's get?"

"..A pet on the nose!"

"Nah, better than that."

"Oh, I don't need bett--"

"You get a cookie."

"...I do like cookies."

"This one has chips of the chocolate in it."

"I do like chips of the chocolate persuasion.."

"An' walnuts.  It's a thousand nose-pets in one."

"I get a cookie?"

"Yup!  Yer a good neigh."

February was, by all accounts, a brutally bad month all around.  The details aren't terribly important, but the whole month was practically a bust.  The first half was spent in a cyclical anxiety disorder attack that culminated in my having to call a wagon, and the second half was spent with a flu that I caught on my birthday.

I had possibly six days where I could sit upright the whole month, and it just tanked everything I had planned.  It sucked.  I'd like to not do a February again in March, thanks.

I'm still recovering from the after effects of that flu.  I'm unable to get as much exercise as I normally do without breaking down into a symphony of coughing, but what I can do is sit up, finally, and boy did I ever sit-the-ever-living-HELL out of my chair.  I sat that thing into orbit.

I've got a lot to catch up on.  My ability to draw fell apart.  The sheer length of time that I didn't have to practice or work just mulched my ability to remember how to structure things.  So naturally I picked the most stupidly difficult thing to sketch when I got back into it: Horses.

Those absurd long-dogs with the snoofly noses aren't easy subjects, and this is probably the sixth iteration of this image.  But it features a Reixborn-Lorrnath, who's also a galoot, and Cinders, offering him a cookie, because he was a good neigh.

I'll be sending out notification to the next person on the sketch-list for the $10 tier this week.  I'm woefully behind.  I'll also be clearing the last pending commission, and getting some artwork coloured and posted here.  I'm facing what might be a righteous beating from the tax office this year, but I'm determined to at least get work done finally, as long as I don't catch some other malady in the meantime.

I'm looking forward to days warming up.  I'm definitely done with the snow now.  The new place held up, though, even when it hit -50 with the wind-chill in January.  If that's not a test, I don't know what is.  I'm just ready to sit out on the balcony amidst potted flowers and sip coffee in the mornings now.

I was a good neigh.

I want a cookie.

-T.J.