Oh, You Bitch!

Either I’ve actually managed to get some attention with some sequentials, or I’ve been enough of a loudmouth on the internet that some people just decided to give me some projects to shut me the hell up. Either way, I win.

But I fail, because my desktop has somehow detected my slight change in fortune and has so sonuvabitchingly decided to pay a little tribute to Murphy’s Law by developing narcolepsy. I shit you not. It’s not quite as bad as the blue screen of death, but it’s pretty damn close — my PC just shuts down without warning. No trigger. No detectable pattern to the instances. She’s just that big of a bitch.

So as great as it is having scripts on the way, having no way of actually working sucks. I’m on my brother’s laptop right now. Fine, I guess I could get some drawings down… but I’d get palpitations without music, and considering I got an ulcer last time I tried it… it’s probably not a very good idea now that people are actually paying me to do it. It’s my one quirk, okay? Shut up. I need music to work, and all my music is… you guessed it… in my computer. Which! Dies! At! Random!

I’ll probably do some sketches though, and tell you guys more about the writer(s) and project(s) in the coming days. But I will say that it’s not quite Marvel or DC just yet. But It’s a start, right? Oh also, I gotta ask how much I’m allowed to talk about here on Border Break. Gotta play these things close to our chests, yeah?

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My brother just started his own work journal. It’s still pretty much a skeleton right now (and he’s using the same theme as me, the bastard), but pay him a visit and say hi —> clicky