There was a lot of commentary (for me, anyway) on that last update, and I made sounds of joy, but of course you couldn’t hear them, so this’ll just have to do. I just have to say that it was great to hear from so many of you guys all at once.  It makes my day to know you’re out there and enjoying the story as much as I am.

I guess it’s getting pretty obvious that the first way-longer-than-I-thought-it-would-be chapter is about to wrap up, hm? Is troo! There’s not much remaining. A beat page or two, depending on how everything fits together under my pencil, and then just the dénouement. I’m excited! Jon,  a fellow comicker friend of mine,  pointed out that in the long road of story telling, there are few victories as sweet as chapter completions. I agree, and add that that’s even in comparison to a story’s ending. The ending is bittersweet because it’s over and I’ve never been good with goodbyes. A chapter’s end is progress, but with more playtime ahead. Really, I think the only thing truly better than a chapter end is a story’s beginning.

Which I’d better not think about. I get Project ADD if I don’t rein myself in.

There’s a part of me that’s tempted to take a pause for a week or two after then end of chapter one, but before I give in to that temptation I thought I’d mention it out loud. The audience is kind of the most important part of story telling (otherwise we’re just talking to walls and thin air; the more eccentric of us get enough of that in on the side anyway), so it only makes sense to warn you. Basically I’ve just been slightly more out of my mind than usual lately, and trying not to let it show here. It’s the usual that everyone has sometime in their life: work, life, and, biggest of all, the inevitable hassle of moving. That last bit’s happening at the end of July/beginning of August, and, well… Aaaaaahhhhhhhh! D:

So. I’m strongly considering taking a very short hiatus at the end of chapter one before we launch into the between-chapters interlude from the tekk’s point of view (which I’m so so so looking forward to; there are finally names for those lizard faces). I feel myself rushing the art lately, and I don’t like it, but I also don’t want to take my break in a place in the story that would leave everyone hanging and wanting to come after me with pitchforks. Once I was a farm girl and we could have a pitchfork duel, but now I live in a high rise and city people frown on things like that.

Party poopers, I know.

Anyway, sounds good?