I was close to pulling the trigger on releasing the next page, but I am battling daily anxiety and depression demons (nothing new, nothing different) and actively working on my mental, emotional, and physical health; and personal schedule.

Although a small sketch of a small piece, it is part of a whole. Pieces become pages that hopefully become a full story, then a full trilogy; and then, even more fantastically, other stories I’ve had swimming in my head for years now.

I used to fear aging and dying before creating a trilogy, a full coherent story in three long parts; but if doing my best means putting these concepts out there, I no longer fear dying without having expressed myself and leaving some art behind, finished or not.

I’m not engaging in risky behavior (just in case that needed to be clarified). I live in an instant gratification prison. I want all of my stories done and done right now, but in due time. At least I’ve made progress.

You’re never too old to work on your dreams. I’m not THAT old. My quarter-life crisis did NOT kill me. And my feeling of mediocrity stems from me and me alone.

Thank you, everyone. Supporters, readers, passersby. Keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll keep the same.