We really started this year off with an anxiety attack. Y'all. I can't even begin to articulate the level of fury and despair sitting in my chest. I can't have one night of peace.
I have no frame of reference if Twitter is actively burning down or not, but I finally found a little spark to write again and it's attempting to convert a short story I wrote in 2014 into a comic script. I do not know how long a comic script is supposed to be.
I am already probably borderline anemic and the mosquitoes just keep on coming by to suck the tap dry. I. Am. So. Itchy. And in pain because of the skeeter syndrome. RIP.
I just want to say I love seeing the projects people work on and flourish in their weird, funky lives. You go ambitious, creative folks. Center yourselves in your art and keep on creating.