Last Thursday was the 22nd. That's the 20th anniversary of Jacob Wetterling's kidnapping. I was six when that happened, so Mary wasn't born yet. My memories of the time are kinda vague, and I don't think I entirely understood what was going on, but I do remember finding the whole thing rather frightening.
Mary is about to have a similar experience. Just to let you know, I'd planned out this arch before finding out about the coinciding date. Really. Oh, and the following is based strictly on real events. (Being responsible is not fun.)
A summer of lagging on updates makes for a difficult return to a regular schedule. Doesn't help any that I have a lot of homework. ~.~ I have a lot of MQC drawn, I just haven't inked or scanned any of it in.
Oh well. Try to guess what Mary's discovered. Looking at the tags is cheating.
There is one thing even more certain to trigger embarrassment in an older sister than having to watch her little brother in all his naked glory taking a bath. That is realizing that said little bother is about to expose that naked glory to the rest of the world.
I'm Brigid, not my birth-name, but the one I chose for Confirmation. It's a Catholic thing. Want to learn more about how I grew up? Check out my semi-autobiographical webcomic, Mary Quite Contrary.
The closest I've come to earning a living as a writer is one summer I worked as a feature columnist for a small-town newspaper. I've been telling and writing stories my whole life, though, and, hey, it's something I enjoy. Whether I manage to make a buck at it isn't that important to me.