!TRIGGER WARNING! this post has some brief mentions of mental health issues and suicide. Please proceed with caution.
Hi there. If you’ve been following me and my stuff for a while now you’ve probably heard about my “upcoming” comic project “the crows”
To make a long story short/for context: Originally a group project between me and a few online friends, that disbanded after the deletion of the site we used to work on the story together, as well as a falling out that happened shortly after. Leaving whatever was left of the project to me. It was in the works (privately) for around 2-3 years before the deletion, and I alone have been working on the recovery of the project for around 3-4 years. (But a lot slower due to a lot of long breaks and issues behind the scenes that I’ll cover later)
Because the story uses a lot of characters made by other people, and since they left the project/don’t want to be associated with it anymore I’ve had to remove a lot of key story elements/characters (along with some of my own characters because of it.) and because of the falling out between most of the people who were previously working on the project I could not physically reach out to some of them to ask if it was ok to use their characters, causing me to have to basically guess if they would be ok with it or not.
Over the past 3-4 years a lot has happened. With me personally and the comic itself. Covid happened. I’ve lost friends and family. I’ve had to say goodbye to my childhood home. My mental health has been… interesting. And I think I’ve drank straight up chemicals and or poison at least 3 times this week alone. (Please don’t huff Clorox wipes or smthn. I am not encouraging you to drink bleach.) oh yeah not to mention that I’m still recovering from a failed attempt at my own life. So that’s fun.
And on top of that I’ve been procrastinating the fuck out of even working on the comic because I have to split it into two comics due to some of the people who were working with me before changing their mind last second. Causing major story changes. (I already had a feeling I might have to split it because it’s kind of like it CAN be in the same universe, but it dose’nt HAVE to be you know?)
When I started this project, when WE started this project It never felt serious or like we were ever going to make anything official. It felt more like I was hanging out with my friends doing something we all loved. Just playing stupid role play games and writing our own little Creepypasta OCs with eachother.
When everyone left I didn’t know what to do. All that time and all the memories of us making something cool together we’re just. Poof. Gone like that. Everyone had moved on. But I was still here, picking up the pieces because I wasn’t ready to give up that feeling. Of us just being edgy nerds. Of us being kids.
So I kept going, making something out of the failed dream that was out project because I’m a stubborn little bitch who has nothing better to do.
But now? It feels more like I’m doing it out obligation, or because I need to. I miss when i was making it for me. And because I wanted to do it. I really bit off more than I could chew with this whole thing.
After a long time of thinking, and a lot of soda and power naps.
I’ve decided Im going to be putting the comic on hiatus until further notice. I might still make art or small updates about what’s going on behind the scenes. But until I’m ready I’m going to work on other things for a while. Probably some writing practice and going on wacky hi-jinx with my friends and my super gay polyamorous partners. (And make sure they don’t set each other on fire lmao)
if you have any questions let me know and I will try my best to respond (eventually)
Until next time - Glitchy