Chapter Twenty-Two ~ March Down

Continuing on, I finally have electricity again. Yay. No more cooking on the woodstove and showering out of a bucket. Don't ask, don't tell. It's a scary story anyway, and it includes Sage sitting in the bathtub with a bucket of hot water. So, when I get the chance I've just been swooping in on people with wifi and borrowing it for my own selfish benefits. Generally that's for my own selfish gain, so I'm mostly saving hoards of ref pics for that I'll have stuff to look at for arting sans interwebs, and it leaves me with very little time for talking to the people I love. So if you're reading this and I love you, well... I love you. And I swear there's no ipecac in that cookie I gave you. Really.

So what else.... I've started a new breed that is going to be much simpler than the previous flop of the Capricornias. It's just a basic sporthorse type, but I started with a written out description of the horse itself before I did any arting, so I already had a firm picture in my head instead of just doing a doodle and pretending to be proud of myself. Once I have more stable internet conditions, the current available imports will be handed out for FREE to those who want one. There's a fourteen day registration period with NO EXCEPTIONS however. I'm also going to be trying to move more into the HARPing starting with building my stable while I'm away. By the time I get back, it should be ready to go and I'll start dedicating myself to learning more art techniques to better myself as an artist. I think I'm good, but I'm not where I want to be and I need to work on getting where I want to be. I just can't sit around and mope about it anymore. Of course, that means that if I ask for help, it'd be appreciated.

And... Goddammit. So, last time I had interwebs I was on a site that I frequent and someone actually called me out for having boobs and telling everyone I'm male. Hokay. So, here's the thing. I'm not a fucking transvestite. I'm transgender, FtM. If you have questions to ask civilly, ask away. Note me or comment on my profile, I am not shy. I'd rather have more people know and have the information publicly accessible because knowledge is power. Or something. It's also less hassle for me. I'm thinking I might kick up a big stink about it on my Tumblr as well.

Oh, more happy times. Angel is now fat and sassy and spooking at snowbanks. She's got some life in there, that's for sure. Plus, I got a Siberian hammy named Lacie and a Crowntail Betta named Quirinus Leviathan Flynn Von Voltaire. Happy ass times.