My dad's widow passed away the other day. Naturally, this has been very hard on the family.
I don't really have a lot to say about it here. Mostly, it's keeping me very busy in a lot nonspecific ways, and that's on top of a handful of other things I've been trying to do. None of them are nearly as important, but the point is there has been absolutely no time for any blogging.
I had a few plans for things to go up this week, including something special that Horror Week gave me a chance to do. Because of the way things are going, everything's been pushed back to next week, where I'm told there will be another PCC comic written by yours truly, and the thing I had planned for this week, and, hopefully, more work on Nova. I'm trying to cut out seven pages before the end of March, so I can submit it to this contest that a friend told me about. I'll probably be doing similar submissions in the future, depending on how this one goes [maybe in spite of how this one goes], so it's pretty important I get started soon.
There likely won't be any updates for the rest of the week, unless Justin puts up new sketches, or something in that vein happens. And even then, it might have to wait until next week. The only reason I'm making this post at all is because I'm not sleeping right now, and I'm too tired to fix the broken chair out on the front porch.
I'm also sorry if I sound a little... clinical. It's just one of those times.