First, the good news. Endtown continues, and so do I. This past month has unfortunately been one long, painful scream involving two leg flare-ups (the OTHER leg now. The fun just don’t stop!) nearly back to back hospital stays, lots of paperwork, case workers, mounting medical debt, and confused doctors (not a good sign when a lab-coated authority figure turns to you and says “You don’t think it’s MRSA, do you?”.. Happily, the lab work says “no”). I’m dosed to the gills with a new antibiotic, eating lots of fresh fruit and vegetables, and, as is typical when circumstance backs me into a corner, I’m stubbornly digging in my heels and getting back to my life’s work. The bastards haven’t buried me yet. The bad news is that, until I can fully recover, I have no choice but to cut Endtown back to a three-a-week schedule. Endtown, as has been pretty well established, can only be produced one way, and attempts at streamlining the process in order to allow me to free up more time to breathe have been less than successful. I hope you’ll continue to follow regardless, and hopefully one day I can return to a full five day schedule again. If this past month’s forced hiatus had any silver lining at all, it did at least allow me a chance to properly chart out Endtown’s future narrative trajectory and believe me, we haven’t even gotten to the really good parts yet. Thanks to everyone who wrote in with their kind wishes and donations. It means much to me to know that people really do care about the person behind this weird comic strip. Take care, all..
First, the good news. Endtown continues, and so do I. This past month has unfortunately been one long, painful scream involving two leg flare-ups (the OTHER leg now. The fun just don’t stop!) nearly back to back hospital stays, lots of paperwork, case workers, mounting medical debt, and confused doctors (not a good sign when a lab-coated authority figure turns to you and says “You don’t think it’s MRSA, do you?”.. Happily, the lab work says “no”). I’m dosed to the gills with a new antibiotic, eating lots of fresh fruit and vegetables, and, as is typical when circumstance backs me into a corner, I’m stubbornly digging in my heels and getting back to my life’s work. The bastards haven’t buried me yet. The bad news is that, until I can fully recover, I have no choice but to cut Endtown back to a three-a-week schedule. Endtown, as has been pretty well established, can only be produced one way, and attempts at streamlining the process in order to allow me to free up more time to breathe have been less than successful. I hope you’ll continue to follow regardless, and hopefully one day I can return to a full five day schedule again. If this past month’s forced hiatus had any silver lining at all, it did at least allow me a chance to properly chart out Endtown’s future narrative trajectory and believe me, we haven’t even gotten to the really good parts yet. Thanks to everyone who wrote in with their kind wishes and donations. It means much to me to know that people really do care about the person behind this weird comic strip. Take care, all..