Clowns… clowns…
It’s late at night and sleep isn’t anywhere near by. I haven’t really got anything to say beyond the following news for people who might be keeping track of the work I’ve been doing:
Hallowed: issue two is in the can (first typed draft, anyway) and sent to the readers, and issue three is nigh half scratched out on paper.
The Martyr: An entirely new project is being roughed out with a collaborator (sadly enough, I’m the experienced comic writist of the two of us; I’m expecting this project to somehow climb into a car and crash it, dying a firey death, but I’m a paranoid freakk). I will not say much, except that it will probably offend you, or at least your mother. My mother probably won’t be offended, though. Seems like I can’t make enough of a mess of my life to piss her off most of the time, really.
If, upon reading it (or Hallowed, for that matter) you feel that you need to assassinate me or something, contact my secretary for an appointment, as always.