Hobbies are so difficult to maintain when you have a life.

I sacrificed smut this week for rocks. Can you forgive me?

I still haven't finished moving them all. Never buy a house with a rock garden. This shit is heavy, yo.

I did write comics that will hopefully be illustrated. In the meantime, mad plans for writing over the weekend after I get off work. I think I'll go to Peet's, have a nice tall glass of iced tea, and covertly write naughty things while tucked into a corner.