What's that? I dropped the ball again? Hi, January.
It's magically 2017, the whirlwind of death is hopefully behind us. The weather is biting off at something to the tune of twenty-two degrees (fahrenheit). I'm aware that there are colder places in the world, but that doesn't make my face any less cold. But I am fond of New England.
I have some decent plans for 2017, including a post I made on my (for now) disabled Patreon where I'll be, for the first time in my life, releasing prose into the world along with some illustrations. If anyone is reading this, please feel free to check it out and consider supporting the thing that makes it worth getting out of bed every morning.
I'm going to continue to make bad-father-esque promises that I'll keep this thing up to date. I really have good intentions but we all know what everyone says about those. In any case, that's the plan. I like to write. It's just that mostly I don't have much to say. But it bothers me that I don't because i feel like I am not learning anything on a day-to-day basis. I know that's not true, maybe I just don't know how to put it to words.
If you follow any of my social media, you've probably seen this already but I will close with it anyhow. Carrie Fisher's passing has been the single celebrity-related death that has affected me the most. I feel like I lost someone that I grew up with, watching those films constantly through my life and I will miss her.