There’s nothing like a sword through the head to snap you out of a dream.

When I started this comic, I knew I was terrible at hands. I was also guilty of hiding them, or altering poses so I could hide them. Though once I committed myself to this comic, I made certain I wouldn’t hide hands. If a pose had an awkward hand that took me thirty minutes to draw, I refused to compromise or find an easy out. And while I’m a little more confident about drawing them, they almost always start off looking like a smashed crab.