I've been thinking for a while already, and it's been really hard coming to terms with what I have.
I adore this comic. This comic is something I've been working on for two years already, working myself to exhaustion, when I didn't have time to draw I worked on character designs and layout, and it has become something like a child. It doesn't pain me or distract me like The Dollhouse had, but I care about Wolves Like We and can see the story from start to finish, can see how where the characters broke, mended, twisted, and cried out.
It has never been my top priority. I would like to say that the worst thing about this month was that I was not able to work on this, but that is most certainly untrue. There are things in my life that take precedence, and art is not one of them. It comes in 3rd or 4th, hovering between both spots but high on my list, but still not at the top.
I still work on this, it's my child, something I have coaxed into existed after many failed attempts to breath life into it. It had a rough start -a mark that it is truly mine. It now has any even rockier life. I no longer have the energy to keep up with internet updates, to figure out sequences that work in the physical but have to be edited to be read on a screen, and to worry if I update reliably enough to retain readers. I have no scanner of my own and no Photoshop of my own. I work and work, but it's never fast enough for a site.
This is me saying that the updates are on hiatus, but not the comic. It is not abandoned. I need time to create a web layout of my own design and to finalize decisions on the comic itself. I need to get all of my priorities straightened out and in order.
I thank you all for reading, for adding pages and drawings as your favourites, for any and all who voted, and to everyone who has been so patient.
I apologize for the overdrawn speech and dramatics, for being all over the place. I will return, someday, in one form or another.
Thank you, and good night.