…it was ridiculously humid when I first started writing this comic. And then the weather cleared up and it’s the nicest it’s been since the beginning of August. But the humidity will be back. It always comes back.
Archive of Our Own is truly, in my opinion, the best site for fanfiction. Which is why it was so frustrating it got hit by a DDoS attack this past Monday, taking it down for a good day or two. Probably could’ve been doing something else with my time. But I wanted fanfiction, dammit. And… Continue reading Fanfiction Down
Welcome to your thirties. Where you get to discover what foods will physically hurt you and give you heartburn that you won’t believe! And then you go back for another one because, I don’t know, you’re a masochist, I guess.
For the record, I did not actually bite anybody. It just – it had been a long week. I was so tired, and so crabby, and was trying really hard to provide good customer service without ripping someone’s head off. But I had run straight into a mental wall and was trying to scrape myself… Continue reading A Biting Mood
Another ultra-relevant/unfortunately relatable song from Paramore, folks. All the news seems to do for me is cause my anxiety to skyrocket and, on worse days, send me spiraling. I keep telling myself that I can handle it, when the reality is it just makes things WORSE. And I’m not actually taking anything in except sheer… Continue reading The News
Didn’t I already do a comic about this already? Yes, yes I did. Am I doing it again because the idea of the last panel made me laugh (and because review bombing still gets under my skin)? Yes, yes I am. Also, yeah – Drawtober kinda fell apart. The one prompt that took three comics… Continue reading A Disconnect
C’mon, brain. We’re supposed to be on the same side. The side of making sure that I remain functioning and not sinking into a pit of anxious despair. So let’s NOT look things up that will trigger me and instead do something else. Please.
It’s been a week. A long, frustrating, draining, emotions-running-around-in-circles, week. A week where you could stand on a cliffside and scream into the void whilst confusing some mermaids.
This does happen, from time to time. My brain decides to tell me, “Why do you keep on drawing? You’re not even that good. No one actually sees it. You’re buried by the algorithm. You’re not even making money off of it. Why even try?” But then comes the question – what should I be… Continue reading A Heaping Helping of Not Helping
…yeah. Really not much to say with this one. Pretty sure the message is loud and clear. Because we ALL want this bloody pandemic to come to an end sooner rather than later.