Programming Note
Very sorry for the delay, everyone. I hate to push off new pages, but one of the good things to come out of 2019 is that I am much better at knowing my own limitations and knowing when not to run myself into the ground.
Thank you for your patience!
The final encounter will be bonkers, though. I am excited to show you.
No need to be sorry Brian the amount of epic you put into the story and art is worth waiting for. To quote Trevor “You do you Boo” not sure if he said that but it seems like he woyld of.
We* long-time readers have stuck with you through a few hiatuses from time to time. We’ll do it again, because the stories you tell are worth it. But also, because you’ve made yourself so open to us, we actually care about your well-being. So…be well. K?
*(Yes. Yes, I did presume to speak for all the old-timers. It’s what old-timers do.)
Your presumption is entirely warranted, my good fellow. Now, onward to napping until Friday!
Thank you, Vinnie.
@Brian, as always, we will be here. Actually very glad to hear(read) that you are taking a break *before* you over do it. 🙂
Hey Brian, are you planning to go to any cons this year? I’d love to buy you a beer…
Hope you feel better soon 🙂
Eagerly awaiting the bonkersness! 😀
Delay? You suck!
Wait, no not suck. The other one. What is that word?
Rock? Yeah, that sounds right. You rock!
OK, good talk.
Brian, as someone once said, “those who matter don’t mind and those who mind, don’t matter.” Taking care of yourself is important, yet it’s often treated as shameful, and depression and anxiety can make it almost impossible. Never be embarrassed to need something (unless they’re sequinned crocs. Then you should be ashamed.) Would you look down on a friend who said “I need to cancel until Friday, I feel sick”? No? Then you shouldn’t look down on yourself for needing time either.
(Yeah, I struggle with self-care too, and I’ve spent 20 years breaking my husband of the “neglect myself until I fall down” habits he learned as a child. So I know it’s hard, but do it because I can’t be there to make you eat some chicken-like soup. (I mean, technically I could, but I’m pretty sure it’s called stalking and breaking-and-entering – and I’m too broke to travel anyways.))