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by rogan

It's been a while.

I just noticed, I haven't said anything here for a very long time. (maybe a year) ... Well, lots of stuff has been happening in my life that I won't go into, other than to say that it's been affecting my ability to focus on this comic. It's going to take a long time to finish Bee Police, but there is an an end or maybe two or three. Yeah, I'll pick one.

 

by rogan

a five year mission...

I was just looking at my copyright info. It seems I've been doing this comic for six years now, and about a week has gone by in the comic. THere's so much more story I want to tell here, but I can't seem to get it all out fast enough. I tought this would get easier as I went, but I feel like I'm actually losing my skills faster than I'm gaining them. I'm really frustrated right now. I might need to take a break and do some EDITING and other background stuff that never seems to get enough of my attention.

Nothing is changing as of this moment, but It MIGHT.

by rogan

New Layout!

Hey, it's all different! I've gone and changed things because as much as I LIKED the old layout, it was really clunky and wasted some bandwidth with the amount of dead css and redundant coding. Thanks to Kyo's Simple layout system, I was able to get a complete face lift of the site in just a few hours! I hope you enjoy the new site!

by rogan

Break time!

I am taking a much deserved break. Yes, I deserve it. Bee police will be back on the 14th of July.
by rogan

little ramblings in the night

A while back, when I couldn't get to sleep, I would fill notebooks with my horrid scrawling handwriting. Now, as I sit reading one of those notebooks, I'm sort of amused. Here's one of my late night rambles:

The boy squatted on his haunches, with his head tilted slightly sideways, hands on his knees. He stared intently at the flashes of light reflecting off the ripples as they danced their way down the creek.

He had been told that there were no nymphs in the creek. They lived in larger streams and lakes. Nonetheless, he was sure that if he sat still enough, and looked very carefully, he might see a small one. After all, small fish like small creeks, and large fish live in large ones. Surely small nymphs did the same.

So he squatted, intently staring, mindless of everything but the water flowing by. So intent, he didn't hear the sound of any footsteps, or the crack of any little twigs. He scarcely noticed any shadow on him, until he startled at the sudden touch upon his shoulder.

As he bolted upright with a yelp, all the other things he had been told raced through his mind. Things, like "Never go out alone", and "there are big nasty things out there that eat little boys" rang in his ears like warning bells.

The sound of giggling suddenly drowned out the bells, and he hazarded a look over his shoulder, at the dreaded giggling monster that would shortly eat him.