Last week I talked about some of the technical difficulty of making this comic. Now I’ll touch on the more … thematic difficulty.

In a previous comic, I vaguely hinted at the fact (without saying it) that I had lost my partner at a rather unexpectedly early age. I’m not going to tell that story itself in this series. Not because I have a rule against unhappy stories (see the tale I just mentioned), or against personally traumatic ones (stay tuned), but … because. I’m not going to.  There will be stories that take place before and after, and they’ll reflect it (because how could they not), but that’s it.

But I don’t want to just dance around that event without addressing it, and this story gave me a chance to do that. It is not — as I hope you’ve guessed — absolutely factual. (I hope I never led you, dear readers, to believe that this series would all be strictly true.)  I got the idea for this story when I took a week off from work, packed up the computer and headed up north on a creative retreat. By myself at the cabin in the woods, Jay’s ghost was — in a metaphorical sense — very much with me. I’d planned for that much, at least.

During that time, as I enjoyed a week away from the world, in the wilds of northern Michigan, I wrote, took the background photos, and drew this tale. Despite my best efforts to come home with a finished comic, I didn’t get it fully finished while I was there (see last week’s comments about the technical difficulty level) but the bulk of it got done that week.

Which brings us to next week’s conclusion….