I'm in the process of writing the last seven Scary Go Rounds and I have become emotional! I didn't expect to become emotional, mainly because I am hard and dried up like a dead tree inside, but it is a very strange sensation. It's seven and a half years of my life, almost a quarter! I've moved my office to a new part of the house with an actual window, but I've yet to do anything with the room but put a desk in there, so in a way I feel like I've started a new job already. The job appears to be staring at a wall that needs to be painted while feeling downcast. I should put up a picture, perhaps of a sad clown or a donkey in repose.
Even though a few characters from old times will be carried over to the new comic in one form or another, I still feel like I did when I was leaving school. Cheer me up, readers, show an old man a kindness.