I recently sat down and took a partial stock of the stuff I'm working on, the stuff I have lined up, and the stuff I'm still cooking up because my brain keeps coming up with ideas. Fuck. I'm just one (shitty) guy, and I have a day job and bills and crippling student debt to deal with. There's just not enough time in the day. Based off my albeit rough estimation, I'm gonna be working on these comics well past the point of my natural death.
So be it.
I finished another thing.
Nowhere 5 is done and I've already got the printer proof. Everything looks good and now I just have to order stock. I'll make a post when it's available in the store.
So what's next? Well, Nowhere 6 obviously. This story isn't close to being done. But I'm still doing this whole "make a thing for print/make a thing for the web" schedule, so I'm currently working a new web comic. I really want to talk about it, but it's best to wait until I launch it.
So...yeah. I think that's it. Another book's done and I'm working on the next thing and I'm realizing that I'm going to be doing this until I die and return as a horrible comic-lich.