Busy, busy
Oh gosh, business first. While updates for Letters to Georgia have been consistently on time, getting scripts and illustrations up in any reasonable amount of time has taken a massive hit. I have updated the audio page (see “Letters to Georgia” in the menu), and will work on getting all caught up before episode 8 drops in two weeks. This first little arc will only be 10 or 11 episodes long before I take a month off- although there will be bloopers and a Q&A release in lieu of actual episodes.
After that I will be shuffling my schedule a bit to make keeping up easier for myself. March is here at the means farming season has hit like a very large fish to the face, and I am feeling the exhaustion (and exhilaration and embracing the special kind of “stupid” that rolls in on Fridays).
But spring is here, the pastures near the farm filling with cows and their new calves, and this morning’s rain brought out the sweetest and woefully ephemeral poplar resin fragrances from ditch-side copses. It’s a scent I grew used to in Washington- rising up from the flooded irrigation ponds in February, and now heavily associate with newness. Spring and the growing day length always brings a flush of inspiration, and this year is no different.
It’s a bit overwhelming, truth be told. I started playing solo TTRPGs at the end of last year, and once my brain got over the dramatic temporary yeet back to my 5th grade self trying to make my own games while my friends (all boys) played Dungeons and Dragons (Good to see some things never change), I devolved into game-design brainrot and am currently, oh-so-slowly, puzzling out a small game of my own.
There are also classes being taken (I am suuuuuuuper stoked about an anatomy for figure drawing- I haven’t had any formal person drawing lessons since middle school), on top of everything else, oops.
Lastly, here is a sonnet regarding winter spinach, peace out (Sabrina)
Oh wait, my sticky note vanished. RIP.