About five days ago, I went to the VA hospital in Dallas to get my hand fixed.
It has been a long journey to get to this point - two long years of tests, procedures, excuses, delays, frustration and depression. During this time, I started to fall apart emotionally because what I felt was one of my only redeeming qualities was being slowly taken from me, day by day, illustration by illustration. No time to rest, needing money to keep us in house and home, so I worked until I could work no more, waiting on the VA to finally authorize my surgery.
So now, while I'm in a fair bit of pain, I feel liberated. Things are looking up, and I'll finally be able to put out more art regularly, to update comics, to finish assignments, to work around the house; to live better.
My wife and I are doing well, and soon will be doing better. I'll be heading out to BABScon in April, along with San Diego Comic Con in July and perhaps a few others after that. Not quite sure yet. I'll have stock of my own work, along with 4DE plushies and perhaps a few other things.
I've also got a few more exciting things in the works that I can't wait to show you after I've healed up. Needless to say, the long drought is almost over.