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Back from Skipton. Course, I didn’t actually tell you I was in Skipton, or even that I was going. I should have done, really. Bad practice. Or bad practise. I forget which spelling is required here.
Skipton was brilliant, I really did have a good time, and I think I did actually learn stuff from the course I was on. The people were more or less the same as last time, with a couple not present and one addition. Good times though, and definitely looking forward to the next one in January.
Bit down, despite the past three days. I’ve been thinking a lot recently about certain things. Like how it’s a lot easier to run away from problems rather than confront them. Or what love really means. It’s a tough one, and I imagine that there will be more news on a down note later. I feel like there is something I need to do, and I can’t say any more on the subject until that is done.
The comic seems to be going well. It looked sparse until recently; as soon as I uploaded the page every ad space was filled and it looked healthily like a real site. But then it took a while before the first strip went up and the ads went down, leaving it with “your ad here” slots all over the place. Then I use the money from previous ads on TraGic to advertise on Diesel Sweeties, Overcompensating and the marvellous Buttersafe, and suddenly my little piece of internet is getting more views than before and people are advertising again.
Course, it would probably help if I updated more than twice a week. But hey, I can’t do more than I’m doing and keep the quality the same, so hey ho. That indeed is the way the cookie crumbles.
The time is currently 11.09 on Saturday 17th November. We’ll see what happens later on.
