Two years again. Pertaining the comic, lack of doing anything is because frankly I DON'T KNOW what comes next. I have had ideas, but they all come to nothing. Can't work them into a story of some sort. In a way, it feels kind of complete as it is... at least as an arc. Still don't know who the guys in the train yard are, but I think I will eventually. Frankly, I'm not sure of anybody but the cat.
As far as art in general is concerned, I found life so disconcerting and distracting in the last couple of years, with nothing assured and everything sliding under my feet like a great oil slick, like an idiot I stop creating to focus on my balance. I say like an idiot because it doesn't help to focus on it, to worry about it. If you're going to fall on your ass, you are going to fall on your ass. What I should have been doing is creating about it. You can't make compelling images without strong emotions, and I have been missing out on making a lot of compelling images.