Armagideon Time

After the initial horror over the election results subsided a little, I could feel the spark of indignant rage — the one that sustained Armagideon Time through its golden years — returning. I vowed to step up my game, get my shit in order, and get back to updating on a regular basis. As it turned out, fate had other plans in store for me.

There are writers who claim the best way thwart such creative lassitude is to power through it. If you really want it, you will keep at it even as your fingers turn as numb as your dispirited soul. I’ve found this approach to be utter bullshit.

If I’m not feeling it, I’m not going to force it. And, man, I have not been feeling it at all lately, as the day job has been bleeding out any urge to be witty or pithy before noon even rolls around. That pendulum will swing back eventually, but now the very thought of working longform causes an outbreak of hand tremors and a blinding headache.

Fortunately, I know some groovy folks out there doing amazing work that’s worthy of your attention and clickthroughs.

- Pal Tegan recently celebrated the 13th anniversary of her blog, The Hurting, and commemorated the event with a long and heartfelt post about her journey through those times. She also said some truly kind words about yours truly, the type of testimonial that makes me want to live up to the qualities she somehow sees in me.

- Daniel Butler, trusted Destiny wingman and cherished friend, has been following up on the outstanding work he did on our Boo! Halloween Stories entry with two — yes, TWO — year-long sketch galleries featuring funky skulls (something of his trademark) and a dedicated effort to make folks fall in love with one of the most hated characters in the Star Wars Expanded Universe. Hopefully he’ll move both to a tumblr gallery soon, but for now you can browse them through his twitter feed.

- Shortly before the new year rolled around, I had a discussion about celebrity cameos in comics with some other comics blogging rapscallions. I mentioned that I wished I had the time to float a side project focused on the subject, not realizing that a certain little stuffed bull in the conversation was planning that very thing. He’s a wily little bovine, that Bully. My lack of energy was the world’s gain, because Bully (and his buddy John) have brought a level of charm, wit, and knowledge to the proceedings that I could never match.

- Finally, the new round of Ultimate Powers Jam entries have already started coming in and are looking quite nifty indeed. I’d still like a slightly deeper inventory before I start posting them, but I think things will be ready to go in a couple of weeks. If you’re still waiting for a requested assignment, I should have something for your shortly. (Blame the day job again.) If you’d like to add yourself to the list of participants as a writer, artist or both, just shoot me an email at bitter (dot) andrew (at) gmail (dot) com.

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3 Responses to “The feeling at the end of the page”

  1. Bully

    Thanks, Andrew! The year is better for every piece you put up, so regardless of quantity, the quality is always job one!

    That’s how that old commercial goes, right?

  2. PJ

    You are a voice that I seek and enjoy. Thank you for being.

  3. EAG46

    You worry about you, and in time you’ll be up for posting stuff. When in doubt, animal pictures.

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