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This essay series is in utter, smoldering ruin.

Here's what happened: the course of writing "Reflections Part 5a," I ended up reviving Zill, a passion project which promptly sucked away all the spare cycles I'd been reserving for "Reflections."

I vaguely remember I had some things to say in 5b about the historiography of webcomics or something, but you know what? I'm as sick of hearing about that as any of you are. Yes, even you. I’m putting the project on ice for at least a year. It’ll continue in some form after that, but I’ll decide about that then.

5c was going to be about the use of technology to aid the creative process, but I'd rather walk the walk than talk the talk on that one. I still have more to learn by doing before I will feel full enough to decant. And that should take... at least a year.

Meanwhile, that "new phase" I alluded to for "Part 6" earlier keeps shifting, doggonit.

I expected to be hella further along in that phase by now. There is really nothing I hate more than sitting on my hands...

Okay, there's Neo-Nazism.

There are few things I hate more than sitting on my hands, and I've done an awful lot of hand-sitting this year, waiting for people to make up their mind about whether they want to dance with me or not. I much prefer getting an honest rejection to frittering away weeks, months, trying to parse some ambiguous hurry-up-and-wait. Deal or no deal, you know? Stop stringing me along.

Sorry that means I've strung you guys along by proxy. I've got a new writing gig or two in the offing now, but I'm just gonna clam up about that until the signatures are signed.

And yes, I'm aware that if I didn't have all this ambiguous waiting-room time, I wouldn't be able to spend it on Zill, and the "Reflections" series would be as shamefully incomplete as it has been up to now. Heck, maybe I'd have given up and focused all my efforts on getting a real job.

Nahhhh.