First came the love for comics and animation. Then came the writing. Now, oh no, the two have started colliding.

For instance, this one.
Inktober hands you a list of unrelated words and one drawing a day. In 2024, thirty-one prompts later, they had quietly arranged themselves into a story about two space-era younglings rediscovering an abandoned space station with the last horses roaming free.
It all became even worse: it turned out to be a prequel. To something Inge now has to write. In many, many, too many words.
Soon. Some time soon. Soon-ish.