Two Months?

Two months? Really? It's been that long. . . dammit. I really wanted to keep up with this. It helps me to keep drawing. But I lost my computer. It went to the crapper. So while I have a computer, it won't run Photoshop so I have no real editing software. I may have to resort to using The Gimp until I can upgrade. . .

But more importantly, something distracted me. Distracted me from a lot of things. I'm still distracted, but I'm getting used to it. Here, maybe this will explain it in a way:


Yes. I'm in love. And I couldn't be happier about it. She's wonderful and amazing and special and she gets me. Really gets me. I get to be myself with her. Which may explain a bit about why I haven't been drawing so much recently, too. Part of why I draw is to understand myself better, to sort of explain me. But she gets me without all the explanations. . . My art is suffering. Well, a lot of things 'round here are suffering. But I'm getting better. Part of the problem: she's in Iraq now. That really sucks. I'm not depressed but I have some of the symptoms. Especially the lethargy. But I'm getting better! And all this is still way better than the Three Years of Hell I just got out of, so I'm still up!

I'll post more soon, I promise.