Today, I make yet another attempt to rekindle withing me the fire that lighted these pages once upon a time. Someone once said, Life outside Puri Gate is a bitch. What they did not tell me was that she would be rabid.
I guess it is easier to blame work and make other excues, than to own up to your lethargy; but when you weigh a quintal the inertia to get up and sketch is even higher.
Will I keep up? I don't know. Will I hit the 100 strip mark before manGO turns One. Probably not. But I do hope that this shall be my NewsNight2.0 moment and I do hope that I will survive.
Either this, or I'll become an old man, filled with regret, waiting to die alone. [Appropriate Nolan reference. Boom.]
So, cheers to the next year and cheers to my Perverted Greatness.