I'm not going to kid myself (or anyone else) anymore: I'll update when I can. My life seems to be unable to regularly work on pages anymore, though I'm still plugging away at it.
I stopped feeling bad about this a long time ago. At least I'm still creating. I'm reminded of Gary Panter, who was so busy with his life at one point, he was forced to work on a single panel of his work per night.
This comic is my lifeblood but it's in no way my moneymaker. And that's okay. But I can't work on it all the time, as much as I'd like to.
Long-wind time is over. Here's an update:
Music, page 3. "My 'hatred' for music ran deep as an unattainable skill, and I refused to even listen to the stuff for several years."
Music, page 4 (in semi-sketch form). "Just about every happy occasion was a large affair, with sometimes hundreds of guests."
Happy Women's History Month.