Recently, i got a note. in trying to figure out a reply i've decided to make a general thing as they can't be the only one asking why i haven't touched it (in case it hadn't been too obvious).

Short story is: i can't. it's not in me right now to do so.
(full disclosure: I'm Australian so any medical stuff is covered by our universal healthcare system)

Long Story? Foxfire came from a place before a lot of personal stuff went down. That place i was younger, somewhat healthier, and merely just trying to figure out my path in life.
Then my grandmother got cancer, and i was principle carer.
She died in 2008, and in the space of a few months, i was sued over the will (i got half the house in the will, hence that was a point of contention by our estranged uncle)
And i was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis not long all that.
throw in the fact that shit got dire real quick financially and my mother wasn't handling the everything real well.

what ensued after that was probably the darkest six years of my life, i won't elaborate too much aside that shit got DARK dark for me. (Folks who'd been around me during that time knows full well that i wasn't just prone to flying off the handle emotionally, but full on yeet myself into orbit from that handle... then crash down harder than the price of bitcoin.) (i also learnt what "alone" truly felt like for me personally)
and i was also diagnosed with primary sclerosing colinghitis - which causes liver damage but had the added bonus of giving me gallstone like pain once a year.
In 2014 we settled legally, and the house which was basically falling apart because i couldn't afford repairs was sold it. Bittersweet because yes, childhood home but by that point it was just such a weight on me mentally that i equated it to a ship anchor around my neck. Just an oppressive vibe. Moved to a new place, renting.. just trying to pick shit back up.
also later that year i had my entire colon taken out with an ileostomy and j-pouch setup... first major surgery i've had there.
in 2015 i had it reversed, nearly died from dehydration approaching renal failure afterwards.

it was not long after that i tried to keep going with the comic, but overall just struggling creatively, really.
Liver was still giving me grief, so there was no small amount of back and forth related to that.
in 2018 our landlord of the time (monumental prick that he was - inspections were a source of great anxiety for me) terminated our lease over easter (good friday to be exact), to what i felt more like a "renoviction" of sorts...
Now, my health at the time wasn't spectacular so moving all of our shit to the new place (which was like, a block away fortunately) wasn't easy.. and family members were scarce or vanished off into the ether), Fortunately i had some financial help from a friend (they know who they are, and your sparkly blood is worth bottling), so moving the bulk of things wasn't that hard.
just filching back our plants and moving the cat enclosure..

Now let me tell you about liver disease, it gives you jaundice because crap builds up that your damaged liver cannot remove.. Why is that important now? well it turns out it also goes into your eyes, making you functionally night blind.
So i had disassemble a cat enclosure in fading light, walk it a block to the new place in the dark, then reassemble by the tiny light of a bosch cordless drill.
without help.
This house is where i live now, btw.
I also managed to get a disability pension due to end stage liver disease at that time. (basically having to go into hospital to get the bile ducts cleared again may have helped with that)

now, late 2019 is where things get interesting with an infected gallbladder, i get that sucker out in 2020. shit did not train properly or so i thought. In retrospect i think the fluid buildup after that op was from the other thing that hit me - liver failure.
Now the fun thing about that was i went to one hospital, swollen with pitting edema to the point where shoes were not even an option, probably yellow... and the doctor in the ED sent me home with a "talk to your specialist" without so much as checking my blood pressure.
i week later i tried again at another hospital, got in because i was spiking a fever, aaand turned out shit was shot and that got the ball rolling for a liver transplant later that month.

The transplant itself went south real quick, nearly died, some 80 units of blood product, a blood type change, deconditioned muscles to the point of being an immobile lump for four out of the over five months i was in hospital, near death (technically died a few times there) because my heart decided to pick up an atrial flutter, (think if your heart decided to lodge in your neck and have the same BPM as sanic.mp3)
oh, and my kidneys failed to function after the op, so there was dialysis all through that.
i spent about a month in rehabilitation in order to get mobile once more.
I also learnt during that time precisely why my mother divorced.. my father's a prick.

now, there was a lot of time spent in my head, because being unable to do much leaves me alone with my thoughts. Which is where my synthetic derg (BRK//LYN or 'Brooklyn') arose from. you spend as much time under the knife as i have and try not to be dissatisfied with the frailty of one's own carcass. :B
A lot of things started to piece themselves together then. Including lore writings.

also helped for the thinking process was the dialysis sessions i had when i eventually got home, 5 hour sessions by the trips to and from took roughly an hour so i was gone for most of the day for three times a week, the rest i was just recovering.
A little truth about dialysis: it's not a solution at all, it just keeps you from dying quickly. They really prefer no longer than two years on the things if they can help it.
a little thing in hospital in 2021 (diagnosed with a dormant form of leukemia that's easily treatable with medications that i'm already on should it rear its head)
Kidney Transplant in 2022. Aside from a fall there was no drama there.

more recently, i had an incisional hernia (15cm, a little under 6" opening), closed. i had that sucker since the liver transplant.

Now, with all that in mind, plus some more personal figurings out for me, i have to say the Turnsky that used to make Foxfire is by far no longer the Turnsky i am now, that's a part of me that's gone and faded, and i've gotta figure out what to do with the remnants and find my own place with that.

I'm working on something markedly different than Foxfire, as you might guess, in between trying to find the time to gather my thoughts in order to do so. But it's something that i'm using lessons learnt previously to make it come together better, namely scripting, which is something that i've been working on, i have a name for it, just not gonna tell.

There's just so much work to do, not a lot of time and energy to do so. I've been sick for a long time and maintaining health now is a tricky thing.

It's not about money for me, never was.