I'm really here a lot, actually. Looking at people's things, faving stuff, bemoaning the loss of the days when I had a scanner.

I have a few things which I did vaguely six months to a year ago, which I'm colouring in Open Canvas. As I've never done it before, it's a slow process. I might upload some of the line art as 'in-progress' thingies, just to give my gallery some life...

My last job and I parted ways in April, so I am scannerless again, and all of my new stuff is digitally free, as of yet. Tragic, really. Also tragic is that I haven't drawn a lot lately. I took this parting of the ways as a sign from the Powers That Be that mundanity was just not meant for me. So, I'm leeching off of my dear and lovely Harlequin as well as my friends, and attempting to write the Great American Novel.

Actually, I have no aspirations for the Great American Novel. I would prefer it if my novels were nationality-free. Unlikely, but still a preference. Right now, I'm working on the "Much Abused Diary of a Faerie in Unusual Circumstances (And Syracuse, New York)".

It's a working title.

I also like to pretend I'm going to school and working on yarn and cloth crafts, but for the most part I get up and write or read from 2pm to 7 am, then pass out and repeat. I like it a lot. A lot. I dread the day when finances (or my inability to keep the real world straight gets me kicked out of my leeching affair) force me to return to the working world.