Has it been four years? Yes, nearly enough. 589 comics, about three per week for four years. I can't recall where I was headed when I started doing comics, but I've enjoyed it more than I can say.
But all good things must come to an end, and so too, has Feral Chicken. This is the last comic, and it's a suitable end, everyone sitting around in a bar, happy and friendly. I drew most of the comics sitting in a bar (Underground, or The Borough), and that's how it normally was for me.
Feral Chicken never took off like I privately hoped, but that never really bothered me. I gave it a fair chance. It had a few hundred regular readers, and that was fine. A few, such as Susan, Audrey, and several others, made it really fun.
What's next? Well, I'm finishing up my first novella, and the illustrations look familiar... keep an eye on my Twitter or LJ in the coming months to find out.
Thanks for reading. :-)