flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
You may have noticed there haven’t been many critter cartoons lately. Honestly, it’s two things.
1. I tend to get enthused about one thing at a time, and rights now I’m still swimming in a sea of awesome fictional ladies. That’s the good one.
2. I’ve just had less and less ideas for the fuzzies as time goes on and the cartoons rack up. This is Neurotic Owl number 381, not including Owlphabet, Tarot, and calendar drawings, which I number separately. After that many little cartoons, I feel like I’ve sort of run out of stories to tell with him. That’s not to say I’m done, just that they’re not appearing with any regularity. Still, when I desperately need to reach the remote and can’t because Charlie’s asleep on my arm, it’s easy.