Good afternoon to you all. Sorry for the lack of art as of late but I've been incredibly busy. I'm still drawing (it's my life) but there's a lot that I can't show off for reasons.

First of all, art fight kicked my ass so I wasn't able to work on chapter 9 until August, and even then I have a second comic I'm working on. I'm not sure what specifically I'm allowed to give away (I'm definitely not allowed to show off the art) but I'm doing drafts and lineart for another series. Nothing like a happy sci-fi series to pull me away from my sad monster comic, huh?

It's a completely different beast from BE. I think the biggest challenge with it so far is the subtleties in linework it demands. BE's is very sloppy and messy, which I feel works for the setting and tone of that series. For this one I actually have to make it look nice, which is definitely doing a number on my wrists, but I'm enjoying it so far. Hopefully I can talk more about it some other time.

Bury Everyone News:

Chapter 9 of Bury Everyone will be the last chapter of this story arc (finally) and the end of what I'd consider to be Act 1 of the series. It's kinda weird. I haven't been shy about the Deadman Wonderland influence on my work and if you've my autistic ravings on youtube (back when I was slightly younger and a lot more innocent), my main takeaway at the end of the first few chapters was that I wanted to see more of that world. I sort of feel the same way about where BE is at this point. I'm not sure what I'd go back and spend more time on per se. I feel like I've given a pretty good idea of what this setting is like and the wheels of the main characters arcs are well and truly in motion. I guess I just liked being in it (for some reason), but once you drop a giant depressed arthropod into the middle of a city where everyone can see it, things can never quite be the same again. On one hand it's a good thing because I can move onto what comes next, but now there's no going back. I guess this is what Misery would've wanted.

My Health Issues:

I still have multiple sclerosis, but that goes without saying. I feel like I have to keep reminding people that there's no cure. THERE'S NO CURE.

The good news for me is I'm on the low risk end of the spectrum, which probably just means it'll be 20 years before I need a stick to walk instead of 15. We'll see. Worryingly, I feel like my right arm might be the first thing to go. I've noticed at the gym while doing deadlifts that I can only fully close one of my fists. Granted, doing an exercise like that is a LOT more effort than I'd usually put on it, it just makes me anxious. If that's the first thing I lose, I'm basically fucked. Shit happens I guess.

The nurses have been putting me on the immune suppressants these last two months. I haven't had any real issues with them yet but I'm at a high risk of infection and I'll probably get snotty during the Spring like the rest of you weaklings. Truly my life is over. At least they liked my sketchbook doodles.

I finally managed to get more sessions with my psychologist. So far, I'm worried. He's not doing a bad job or anything. He figured out what works best for me pretty quick and I'm getting better at articulating things verbally. I've been talking to him about some of the issues that lead to me writing Bury Everyone. I really don't want to have to write a whole novel here, but the explanation is in the BE #1 rant here. TLDR: a guy probably died because of me.

On one hand it was reassuring hearing from a professional that yes, I was the one person that did the right thing, but therein lies the problem: I was the only one. I really don't know what to do with that information. Maybe it means I don't have to feel guilty for how things turned out, but I don't feel any guilt.

Another thing he was keen to emphasise was these weren't normal circumstances and it's very unlikely something like this will happen again, but that just makes me angrier. It tells me that all this "people come together in a crisis" talk I keep hearing is bullshit. In a true emergency, you can only rely on yourself. I guess I was looking for some kind of reassurance that I didn't see behind the curtain, but maybe I did. Maybe I do understand humans a little better than most people because of that incident. I was kinda hoping I'd be able to unsee it, but I don't think that's the problem. Maybe that's just the way things are.

Sorry that one was a bit long. It's been a pretty loaded few months, huh?

Now go to bed.