I made a thing a couple months ago. Doesn’t have that many views. Figured I’d post it here.
I really like it.
Anyway, sorry I’ve been delinquent in my postings here. New Bubblegum-Man starts later this month, so keep your eyes open for that. I’m in my last semester of grad school, so I should be back to regular updates by the fall. The book is nearing completion, and, as usual, many of the things I said previously about it are now void. More details to come once I’ve got it together.
So. I don’t have a comic for you this week. Probably won’t have one next week. Will try to get one up by the holidays, but I think we may be looking at a June release, at the earliest. Very sorry. Grad school has proven a bigger bear than I anticipated. Scratch that. It’s proven EXACTLY as difficult as anticipated, and for that reason alone, my time for comicking has drastically been reduced.
Be that as it may, I will try to keep weekly updates going as long as I am able. Maybe throw a few In His Spare Time’s at you. See what happens.
Now, to address the title of this post. I turned 30 in April. So far, being 30 is kind of amazing. Having my mind blown constantly by all the ignorance and ridiculousness of modern society and how this ignorance has infected and infested our public school system. But I’m also learning about the great, unsung heroes of my nation, and for that, I am grateful and inspired.
Also new this year: The amount of farts I give has been growing steadily closer to zero. And it is amazing. Tyler Durden was right. There is an amazing amount of freedom you gain from being able to let that which does not matter truly slide.
Two posts in one week? Dang, I must have something important to be doing!
Anyway, I’m going to try to put up one new “In His Spare Time” comic every week. We’ll see how long this lasts.
For the last five to seven years or so, I’ve been working on my first novel “The Emerald Sword.” It’s a fantasy that takes place in a world populated by knights, ladies, Spanish-speaking elves, wild buffalo, and untamed gods. It’s a wild, beautiful world filled with danger and drinking.
Terrwyn Cornraker, a young farmer’s daughter, sets out on a quest to rescue her family from the clutches of an evil sorcerer and his army of skeletons. Along the way, she meets a blue wizard, a shape-shifting wise-crack, and a real, honest-to-gods princess with her own degree.
Things really heat up when she receives the Emerald Sword, Zamurrad, the holy blade of the moon goddess Vora. With Zamurrad in hand, she and her friends go off on an amazing adventure high over the mountains and deep into the treacherous forest of fairies and the even-more treacherous streets of Uto, shining city of the north.
I’m hoping to make “The Emerald Sword” the first in a series of five books, though it might end up a trilogy or quartet instead. Each book would feature on a particular wielder of the Emerald Sword, including the immortal empress Ayesha Khan. I’ve got ideas for the next two books and enough back-story to shake a long stick at.
Let’s get to work!