I’ve been somewhat neglecting this venue of late. I can’t claim I haven’t had the time – I have – but recently my creative energies have been sapped somewhat by a relentless barrage of assignments and coursework for my maths degree, and for the last few months, I’ve barely been able to keep up with my writing duties on the comic. On Friday, though, I handed in the last piece of coursework for this year. Exams start in a couple of weeks, but the pressing feeling that I ought to be doing something else is, at last, in abeyance, and I can write again.
There are many, many drafts of things sitting in this blog’s slushpile: there’s a review of Skyrim which is mostly about plates; discussions of House, The West Wing and Community and all the other TV shows and films that I’ve watched, books I’ve read, games I’ve played, but as yet, I’ve been unable to write anything of length or substance about any of them. Which is why I’m instead going to talk about Ivor the Engine.
