Magnetic North

So, yesterday’s page is sitting on my harddrive at about 75% completion. It’s been that way since Thursday night, Friday afternoon. Why haven’t I finished it? Posted it?

Welp, if you’ve been following my twitter feed, you probably saw all those tweets from 3 weeks ago about how I completely blew out my back. And you probably saw the tweet from Saturday about how CM and I were having a date night. (For the record, date night was short. It was enjoyable, but short because I am a baker and start work at 6am and also the following.)

The truth of it is that I’m having some health issues right now. For the last month, I’ve been lucky for the time not spent flat on my back staring at the ceiling. Recently, standing and moving in short bursts is okay. Since I stand for 7-8 hours at my job, this is awesome. I can still work and am mostly able to pay my bills (except for that week I spent flat on my back. Staring at the ceiling. Making horrible, toneless, elongated cries of frustration). Right after my back healed, my leg started giving me problems, and it cramps to the point that I can’t really sit. Or lean. Or lie on my side. I’m either standing, or lying on my back watching Korra on the laptop.

I have no idea how much longer this is going to last.

Last week was an awesome reprieve. I got the last page up, I got most of this page drawn and mostly toned in the same day. I was stoked–I’d finally be able to unpack my apartment, find all my art supplies, and get my life and the comic back on track. And then sitting became unbearable. And we find ourselves here. (By the way, my apartment’s still not unpacked.)

So…I will not write this year off as a wash, not when there’s still 7 months left to it. I guess I’m going to shoot for every other week updates until I can get my body back in shape. Or some kind of lump update at the end of every month? I don’t know. I’d really like everyone’s preference on this. So weigh in on how you’d like to see updates for the foreseeable future, until I’m physically able to give you comics once a week again. Follow me on twitter, watch the RSS feed, email and comment. I’ll let you know when pages are posted via these means.

In the meantime, I’ll get myself better and find a way to streamline the story, so I don’t get caught in any scripting or layout hiccups again for a few years or something.

I really am sorry about this, but I promise, I’ll keep everyone in the loop.
-Kat

So it’s Monday night, I’m 5 minutes from leaving for work, and I have to throw my hands in the air and accept defeat on this one. I thought I’d be able to finish yesterday’s page when I woke up, but it just didn’t happen. And the reason is not entirely pumpkin pie or carrot bread.

Though those were definite factors, I’m not gonna lie.

The truth, which I think you guys deserve after the last 6 weeks of being awesome, and which some of you might know if you follow me on the twitters, is that I got into a car accident Thursday night on my way to work. It was, in the grand scheme of things, minor, and 3 of the 4 cars involved drove away without incident or injury. Well, actually one of them hightailed it as soon as they realized authorities had been called and I exacerbated a potentially crash-induced-sprained foot by chasing him down the shoulder to get a photo of his license plate. The fourth car was a little fubared, but again, no one was hurt.

And yeah, I just called a four car pile up a minor accident. Whut.

So while I work for an incredibly awesome company and with even more awesome people who insisted I head back home and rest, I still spent an hour in the half in the rain in a panic, on the shoulder of I-5 just south of Seattle because my brakes refused to work. By the time I got home, I probably could have finished what little was left on the page, but it turns out that adrenalin is a hell of a drug and I pretty much shut down. All weekend, whenever I started to get into some kind of groove with the page? Insurance adjusters called. Or the agents of the other drivers need a statement. Or my loving mother called to harass me about why I haven’t had someone look at my foot yet (I work nights, Momma; I know I shouldn’t put it off, but it was a holiday weekend and I have to work around a bus schedule and the clinic hours and I’m going on Wednesday morning, I love you), or I had to show up early for work for the most situationally hilarious review ever that involved me coming out of shock and breaking down crying for no reason that involved anything in that room and freaked the hell out of my bosses.

So yeah. Long story short? The brakes on my boyfriend’s car locked up while I was driving it and I bonked the front of my car in the back of a car that had already bonked the back of another car with the front of their own because there was a Datsun driving the wrong way on I-5. And then I couldn’t get a comic done. So yeah. Comic next week. PROMISE.