Phew. thats the sound of all of my possessions duck taped up into boxes around me. pheee-yooo. tomorrow morning at 8.30 am the hopefully not criminal man with a van turns up and helps me move everything i own two hours up the road into sunny kent. he won’t just drive off with it all. repeat, he won’t. always weird seeing your stuff in boxes and wondering quite how you built up such a vast collection of rubbish. also, when you die, will it just get stomped on? probably.
tomorrow night i relax, in my new home with Sarah, presumably being stuck to my seat by the ginger wizard on telly (your Lottery predictions were a sham, ginger wizard). The weekend will be unpacking and arranging, and then i have a new home! It’s actually pretty exciting, I’m really looking forward to it.
That said, I’m pretty tired of moving house. i’ve done it nearly every year now for the last decade, and more so before that. i’ve got used to not settling anywhere, and even get a bit restless if i’m in one place too long. but i’d like to find a place and call it home now. i’m like The Littlest Hobo. although more accurately The Bitter Hairy Shouting Hobo. With Issues. And Not A Dog.
this winter once settled, i plan to really bunker down and churn out a lot more work than i have been doing the last year or so. paid work has really disappeared over this summer so i’ve been spending a lot of time working on projects i hope to really nail down before the end of the year. obviously it’s worrying not getting paid, but creatively it’s been such a buzz to have this enforced free time.
There will be some new things on the horizon relating to Looshkin, Chaffy, some new comics i’m SO excited to start drawing, and fiiiiinally a Kochi announcement before the year is through. Amongst that the usual shit. really, toss. you wouldn’t believe the artistic bum nuggets i’m going to abuse you with.

So see you on the other side, y’all. If you want a more up to date following of my rubbish, come and banter on Tweeetter (twitter.com/jamiesmart) although usually it’s just full of shouting demands that people fight me. welcome to the FUTURRRR.

jx

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