Somebody commented about the images that appear in the sidebar on the desktop version of the website and how they didn’t know that Jo’s is a link to someplace. Since the site has been basically unchanged for ten years or so most people are blind to anything apart from the pages, and sometimes the blog posts. Nina’s image is a link to Patreon & Jo’s is a link to Top Webcomics. I actually have no idea how many people still use TWC. I haven’t heard anyone talk about finding new comics in so long I don’t know how new readers find anything. Years ago I used to actually buy an ad spot on some other site, but I actually can’t remember what it’s called now. I can see it in my head, but everything else is void. I think it was loosely connected to what is now Hiveworks. In fact it may still exist. I haven’t spent actual money to advertise since Project Wonderful closed. All other advertising on the internet has basically been gutted or ruined by Google & facebook. What little gets past ad blocks is barely worth the money. How I manage to gain new readers is a mystery to me. In fact, I haven’t looked at the site’s stats for about a decade, if not longer. The only readers could be the thousand or so who support me on Patreon for all I know. I found that knowing stuff like that didn’t really help me at all. It just added to the feeling of being overwhelmed. So I quit one day and never looked again. Patreon kept growing so I figured it was good enough. The world has changed a lot since then, while my little part of the internet has stayed sort of locked in a time that now doesn’t really exist anymore. We all know what happened to stores like Megatainment. The people who used to work at them are out doing other things. Except for the very few places that survived the coming of Amazon & Netflix.
I hated my time in retail, and yet I look back on parts of it fondly. It was the last time in my life when I saw friends every day. It was the last time I made new friends. At least ones that I actually saw face to face. As much as I appreciate the spirits I met online over the years it’s not the same as someone you can hug. The rest of the world got a nasty taste of my everyday life over the last 2 years and change. It wasn’t easy, was it? Imagine that for twice as long. It wears you down. Of course so does being around people, so it’s your choice of poison really.
Through all the things that happened to me, and to the world outside, my little made up world has remained as a little island of sanity. A place where things didn’t fall apart. I just let it be that. Changing slowly if it changed at all. A place where things could be red. blue, and yellow.
I might be writing one of the most successful webcomics no one has ever heard of as far as I know. I never hear anything about any other webcomics now. If there is a culture around them I’m not part of it. I can’t get along with other creators most of the time, or people at all really. I just spend my days making my owl coping mechanism & hoping people will like it enough to keep paying me to do it. Thinking about it might shake my faith in it, so I don’t. This comic is my purest expression of faith in anything. People will come and love it because I love it.
I know some of you love it too. Thank you for helping me make it.