So, this comic book? Yeah, it's still crawling along like a slug with sciatica. Slow, messy, and leaves a slimy trail of ink wherever it goes. Plenty of days, I'd rather stick my head in a blender than face that blank page. Between the cat coughing up hairballs and the neighbor practicing opera at what they call "sunrise," finding the time to create is like squeezing blood from a cantaloupe.
But hey, even a snail gets to Rome eventually, right? One panel a day, that's my mantra. It may not sound like much, but trust me, those little squares add up faster than you'd think, especially when you're fueled by a steady stream of coffee and existential dread. Remember that time the world decided to take a vacation in its pajamas? Yeah, that whole "global pandemic" mess. Put a real damper on my artistic groove. Setting up a home office felt like assembling furniture underwater, and by the time I was done, I was about as inspired as a moldy slice of toast.
But now, listen up, art nerds! I'm back in the saddle, baby. Sure, commissions and side projects keep poking their heads in like unwanted houseguests, but I'm carving out time, even if it's just thirty minutes between microwaving burritos and yelling at the squirrels. Above, you'll find the rough sketches for page 9 – a veritable buffet of stick figures and scribbles, guaranteed to give your inner art critic a conniption. Got questions about my progress? Spill 'em in the comments and I'll answer them in the next entry, assuming the internet hasn't decided to spontaneously combust by then.
So, yeah, that's where I'm at. Crawling through the creative muck, one panel at a time. Wish me luck, and maybe throw in a prayer for decent Wi-Fi. You never know what a struggling artist needs.
-Haro!
