And now the flying dracula hair brings you a story. . .
So, anyway, Shannon is getting slowly better. She's dropped so much weight from being unable to eat or hold down food and I am sad. Once she's feeling better it is steak dinners for her every night, this I swear! I have great fondness for the female form in all its varieties but Shannon should be round.
Boy, you know, I really thought this story arc would be over by now, but I get so wrapped up in where the day to day strips take me. Now we're on the verge of a big final battle that is going to be about one hundred times larger than what I originally wrote. I'm hoping that my grind-stained fingers can keep this up, I'm getting really bi-polar about each strip. I'm depressed when I start to draw, get real excited as I get half-way through and then I burn out by the time the words are on the screen. And two days later the cycle must begin again. AIE.
In my mind I'm hitting all the improvements I wanted to, except for color, but it's always bittersweet to go in a new direction and see the unavoidable losses associated with it.
I used to hate this comic for being so bloody heavy-handed and obvious with its narrative, and I kept swearing to myself that next time, I'll let the audience figure it out for themselves. I must be succeeding because I see many comments along the lines of "I can't understand what's going on." Especially from new readers. I guess it's a good thing I'm not spending any money on advertising.
I'm half of a mind to reel back the update schedule a bit, grind or no grind, just so I can spend a little more time on the artwork but I worry that the moment I stop I'll not be able to start again.