So after an entire year (and then some) of communicating, trying, hoping, working as much as possible and waiting and waiting... I finally got the last of my letters back from the universities and I didn't make it. I applied for all of the schools back in January and I finally got my last letter this Thursday saying that there is no spot for me. While I'd like to say that I took the news like a 'bot', the reality is I took it much, much worse. I am feeling better now, but part of why today's update was delayed for a few days was also because I just couldn't lift a pencil. I know that yeah, OK... there's only 2-3 spots at each school max because of studio space needed, and I know that my art probably isn't good enough to win out over some people who are really, really genuinely talented but I thought at least at my home university where I knew most of the profs that I at least had somewhat of a shot. Call it ego or whatever but if I didn't think I had a chance to make it in I probably wouldn't have gone to the trouble of applying.

It's days later now and I'm feeling better about it. I think the worst part was just not knowing and basically having my life on hold while I tried to see what was going on, not really sure what was going to happen. So now it's on to the next step and I'm not sure what/where it's going to take me but there is always something a little exciting in the unknown. The one thing I do know for sure is that while I'm definitely not the most talented person out there (I see your work, it's really good!) I do love storytelling and I don't think I could stop that even if I wanted to.

Thank you everyone for your support during these crazy times and now back to the comics!