I’ve been having a miserable time getting to sleep lately. This occasionally proves beneficial when my sleep-deprived brain starts randomly firing neurons and somehow ends up in a burst of creativity, but, for the most part, I just feel drained and grouchy. Hopefully this will work itself out soon.
I’ve been doing a little work on the card-based RPG, Jack of Trades, and its accompanying settings. The setting for The End will contain a much greater breadth of setting detail than the comic; whereas a comic requires you to reveal detail through action or dialogue, an RPG setting booklet is almost entirely text, letting the author provide more extensive, detailed descriptions of the cultures and forces at play. Randi has also promised to provide accompanying art!
For now, I am going to go to bed. I must try to sleep as much as I am able.
Your avatar picture is great and also possibly too accurate to your actually expression in a moment of fiendish inspiration.
Good to see/hear/read that you’re doing well creatively, but boo on the no sleep, never sleep thing. The profound creation in a state of derangement thing might be genetic, though; Bizarrely, I seem to write my best in the wee hours of the morning when I got up for an 8:30 class the day before. (My theory is that the subconscious blocks out all of our more outlandish ideas when we’re coherent. Most of them are terrible, so it’s probably a good thing.)
Victor is awesome. His lady-friend’s freckles are awesome. (Freckles are always awesome, but Randi draws fantastic freckles and they make me smile all of the goddamn time.)
Anyway, if you haven’t figured it out by now, it is I, your arch-nemesis and stupendously grotesque figuratively small and corpulent younger sibling of a questionably feminine gender.
I miss you. Also Randi. Get to sleep, you old bastard.
Yeah, I sort of gathered that it was you based upon the absurdly verbose manner in which you write.
I’ll try to get out to visit you guys sometime this month.
I do it because you hate it.
<3