Now my time is split precariously between catching up on commissions /working on projects and proving that I’m still alive (h’lo folks!) all the while trying to maintain my slow progress in Skyrim. I’ll be working on a sculpture or casting a bunch of stuff and then feel a pang of guilt because I left an NPC hanging when I told her I’d deliver a letter for her or I still have to retrieve some dead jerk’s horn for a bunch of crusty guys on top of a mountain. Why won’t they LET ME LIVE?!
Not everything groundhogs say is true
February 2nd, 2012 by Ben Howard