*rubs his face, trying not to look embarrassed*

So... Where to begin.

2015, the past five months, have been a barely-mitigated clusterfuck for me. Let's explore these quirky pitfalls in life in an orderly fashion, shall we?


Okay, firstly. For the first three months of the year, due to a fuck-up (or seven) in the local bureaucracy I had my "I'm too poor to feed myself"-stamps suspended. So, for about three months I was living off about 250-500 calories a day on average, sometimes going a day or two between meals. (Luckily, I'd 'saved' up some winter-fat, so no long-term effects other then I got skinny again) To those of you who've never put up with real hunger, one of the first things to go is your ability to think straight (human brain alone requires about 500 calories/day to function right). Soooo, yeah, thee months of almost-no creative output for me. Kinda took a hit to the (already tiny) bank on that one.

Second. This resulted in me not being able to afford my prescription. For brain-things. I'd get partial refills here and there, but the yo-yoing and 'off-times' made it too hard to focus on -anything- productive, much less work. I'm -still- stuck in this situation, and it's a self-feeding downward spiral :D

Third. Say, ever thought about how amazing it'd be if you were subjected to psychological and verbal abuse on a daily basis for four years? From some narcissistic jack-ass who seems to take pleasure in causing you duress at every turn, and constantly vies to try and shit on your life out of nothing but bitterness and spite? No? Yeah, neither did I. :D Use to be easier to ignore before my prescription money ran out...

Fourth. I've been working hard on trying to set up a Patreon for the past three months. Taking time between paying work, where I can, to build up a little art for it (both decorative and buffer-material for potential patrons), since I haven't had much of any recent public work to show off for you guys.

Since I haven't made a Patreon post on here, you can imagine how well it's gone.

Us here in the south-central USA are sorta-kinda, underwater atm. I've already lost one art-piece to pooling water so far, which has set my Patreon project back a little bit. Plus the constant hiding under cushions from tornadoes, protecting the house from flash-floods...


Things -are- progressing. It's just slow.

And a touch difficult.

And I'm leaving out quite a bit.

But I hope that you folks understand. Specially everyone in my commission backlog... Typing this out for you folks is embarrassing, but I feel I kinda needed to fill in my watchers on here, for what it's worth.


Hopefully my next journal will be a link to my Patreon.

Fair Skies, Out to the Black, and Tail High!
~Windpaw