Yes it’s true, the comic is going to be set aside for awhile. Not because of the baby, not even because we’re moving, but because of an opportunity the artist has right now that we really can’t say no to in favor of “Scooter and Ferret.” The frustrating part is I’m also working on an exciting project that’s well underway and as it hasn’t been officially announced, I’m not ready to make it generally known yet either. I will say that I’m four scripts in and I absolutely can’t WAIT to start talking about it. Something I’ve learned very quickly about print comics over webcomics is nothing is instant. So we’re going to have to be cryptic, and promise to blog about it when it’s ok to do that.

Now to the other interesting change in our life, we’ve moved back to Seattle. On the one hand you need to follow your opportunities, on the other, as soon as we got off the plane it was obvious we belonged here anyway. Slipping back into the Seattle lifestyle and old relationships has been too natural for it to be any other way. I can list things I’m glad I got to be there for in Orlando: my mother’s death, the beginning of my sister’s career, the close friends I made, and the techical skills I improved. It will always be the place where my baby was born and where my mother is buried. For a long time it may be a place to visit family and see friends. But we live here. For good I think. I am so excited to show Lydia everything I love about the Northwest as she grows up, and to surround her with our quirky friends in comics who have all been very vocal in welcoming us home. I will be at Emerald City Comic Con this year, not with “Scooter and Ferret,” just checking in to see what everyone has been up to and get back into the scene I left behind for some reason. I’ve heard ECCC actually got good lately. They must have stopped scheduling it over the Superbowl.

I breezed across the lawn of the St. Michelle Winery today and paused at the entrance of a building I haven’t seen in nearly four years. Something reminded me of those old halls in Jane Austen novels, possibly the design of the building, at any rate there was no butler to greet me as I swept in like a sailor home from many years at sea. I’m in the Northwest so I was equally damp. It was as surreal as a dream to step in as if the time hadn’t passed and announce firmly to the hostess that it was no longer necessary to send my quarterly shipments on the opposite side of the country, I was back. “Good for you,” the hostess nodded, without sarcasm. Everyone goes back eventually. She suggested I go to the tasting room and I don’t know why I went, which was obvious by the time I got to the counter, because the woman pouring wine within asked me a question and I gave such an off-kilter answer she suspected I didn’t belong there. She asked me some leading questions to see if I was truly in the Reserve Club, and satisfied that I was just weird, poured me a glass. “I don’t care for Gervertz usually,” I shrugged. “Too sweet.” She assured me this one wasn’t in a tone that was quite defensive, I shrugged again. She didn’t warm up to me until I told her it had more of a mineral flavor than I expected. I meant that it tasted like licking the side of a rock, which I kind of like in a wine, but she exhaled with relief that I really did know something about wine after all, poured me a Syrah and directed me to the cheese. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast so I may have scarfed a little more of the free cheese than she was expecting. All in all I think I made my presence known.

Scooter and Ferret is updating again and what a whirlwind month. Both me and my sister are moving to separate locations at the same time, so the house is chaos. Tensions between all of us are low, we’re bonded together in adversities lately, but we can’t avoid each others’ space. Boxes are everywhere and that’s only going to get worse, and the motivation to cook or clean in this state is not compelling. Somewhere in the midst of everything Scott finished by his deadline and we dove back into strips, so here is the first installment of the new year. I can tell you that the strip will take some unexpected directions this year, so keep those RSS feeds and those inboxes ready to receive.

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