Its been a rough couple of months.

I was working, I’ve been working since the beginning of the pandemic- which if you are as well- I feel you. Its been a absolutely creativity blocking experience for me. Dealing with the issues and entitlement of others has drained me in ways I cant express.  I was using a lot of the energy I had left to plan my wedding, the biggest bright spot in this hell hole of a year. Then my health caught up with me

I’m okay, just recovering from a surgery that I have fought to get for a LONG time to get, 20 years. 20 long fucking years that I’ve been arguing with specialists that wouldn’t listen and people who just didn’t care enough to try.  Now I know all those times where I thought I was the weak one, where I thought it was all in my head- it wasn’t, I wasn’t the weak one. I was fucking right, I was fucking right all along. Its been a huge, confusing moment of celebration and anger. I’m still trying to untangle all my feelings about it. But the good news is I finally have a name to my health issues. In a more dramatic fashion I suppose- my monster finally has a name and a face, and I can’t wait to punch it.

But as you can imagine, the comic kinda went on the wayside, I’ve got a lot of pages inked, the storyline is set its just a matter of getting it done. I uploaded some  inked sneak peaks for everyone. But for now, I’m going to enjoy my wedding in a few weeks, and rest.

Thanks for sticking around everyone <3