Can we please get Emily her 30 hours of training she needs for field work before the AWE expansion so she can go exploring with Jesse?

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Can we please get Emily her 30 hours of training she needs for field work before the AWE expansion so she can go exploring with Jesse?
TODAY IS THE BIGGEST INTERVIEW OF MY LIFE AND IM SO EXCITED. MY FUTURE IS HERE AND ITS A QUEER DREAM AND IM A TRANS STAR AND IM GOING TO BE A FIELD SCIENTIST (🤞🏼) JUST LIKE I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED and just like my grandma said I would be.
It’s been a long time since I’ve drawn a finished comic.
For a while, I’ve been putting a lot of pressure on myself to develop a new comic idea, and for about the same amount of time, drawing had stopped being fun. Probably not a coincidence. The point is, this pressure I was putting on myself was showing in my work. Like, looking back at my sketchbooks for the past year, I can see that my drawings actually got objectively worse over time and approaching a blank page with a pencil was this unhappy frustrating thing.
Part of it is how I’m always wanting to make this big epic sprawling gorgeous comic book adventure, and in my head it feels so awesome and ambitious and audacious, and everyone’s going to love it, and then I start to draw, and the crystal palace of a story that’s in my brain shatters almost immediately, because whatever I draw doesn’t come close to living up to the magnificence I’d constructed mentally. Plot holes galore. Artistic short comings. Insecurity takes root. And then the creative despair sinks in. You probably know what this feels like.
So that’s it. I’ve had enough of finding no enjoyment in drawing. I’m actively pushing away that compulsion to live up to this vague out-of-reach goal and leaving my mental baggage aside while I draw. And it feels good.
I’m just having fun making up characters. If they happen to point to a bigger world, awesome. If they snowball into some bigger project, I’ll roll with it.
For me drawing is simultaneously how I process life and how I escape from it. I think I’d gotten away from that, and it feels really good to be back to enjoying making things for myself again.
Ok so here’s my fourth go. She’s a field scientist. She geeks out about the evolutionary quirks of fungal spore dissemination and she’s useless until she’s had a cup of cofee. On Sunday nights she unwinds with a dram of whisky. It’s a tradition. She still has and uses an Indiglo watch. Remember those?