098: The Approach
And thus concludes the storyline of the girl with no name and my avatar.
I’ve been trying to keep track of the visits that we get on the page each day, counted by that little upward climbing number on the bottom right of the page (thanks to Ahniwa). The issue here is that I’m not really certain what that number means: Does it count the hits I make while I’m checking for comments to my work at work? Does it count the hits from my house when I check the comic ten times at home (just to make sure I still like it)? Does it count the number of times I think about the comic while I’m driving my car? Does it?!
I don’t know.
What I do know is that I love doing this comic strip. I love that my art is getting better because I’m forced to draw. I love that I’m learning more and more about photoshop. I love that I’m participating in building something beautiful. I love…well…I love to draw coherent things that people look at and can enjoy together. Because really, La Casa is a family strip. With the word Fuck used. More often than anyone would like. Especially if they have kids.
I digress.
Happy Wednesday.
-T
R.I.P. Raymond Leblanc.

