My life is a busy one. This is my stress relief.

In Which the Author Reluctantly Admits that She Is Here Once Again

So I started a comic this summer. After a month of on-again, off-again work, it has reached almost three pages in length. (That may not sound exciting to the Philistine, but I assure you that it is A Big Deal.)

While the sporadic nature of the comic (not to mention the lack, thus far, of anything resembling a "plot") makes it quite obvious that I Am Doing This For Myself And Not For An Audience Damnit, the fact remains that three pages is a mighty big milestone. A milestone, I admit, that I am reluctant to appreciate all by my lonesome self.

While casting about the internet for someone to praise my amazing artistic talent, heartstopppingly brilliant wit and dogged sticktuitiveness (I mean, I've made three whole pages so far, and if you haven't been keeping up, let me remind you that three pages is pretty darn impressive), I remembered that I used to, like, hang out on theOtaku.com. Once in a while.

Like the entirety of the years 2001 through 2005.

And anyway, a while ago theO rolled out some fancy-pants newfangled "fancomics" section. I didn't pay much attention, because I was snotty about such things and considered fancomics to be voiceless, rehashed, fanservicey tripe not worth my (or anyone's) time.

While it turns out I was actually right about that, I'm here now anyway. Tail between legs, so to speak. Because I'm bored, and I've written and drawn (mostly drawn, actually) three pages of "Starl*ss" and there's this angsty, attention-needing, prepubescent fangirl side of me that really needs to be appreciated on the internet.

You know what I'm talking about.