Son of a gun. This thing has a blog!

Anyway, so here I am. Contemplating my next couple of storylines. I like to have a couple of stories ready for future chapters in my comic.

Why is it so fecking hard?! I got my writing music playlist playing (Julie Cruise, Ego Wrappin', Murder By Death...), a glass of Jack Daniels on the rocks and the lights off, yet the muse of creativity is firmly giving me the finger and poking her tongue out at me. Bitch.

I guess I'm a bit of a hack at this. I mean, I'm a lot more comfortable with a pencil in hand drawing on paper, or even with my crappy, ultra cheap Chinese made tablet. I just wasn't made to write stories. It keeps me awake at night and it's getting on my nerves.

At least Mr Jack Daniels is keeping me company.