Improbably enough, my friends, today is the 100th day since Sad Trombone first launched. This blog wasn’t meant to be anything worth anyone’s time; I was adrift between fandoms, tired of writing, curious to see if drawing every day would help me become a little better at art. This house wasn’t built to be shown, but somehow, you found it. You found me here. You’ve made the past 100 days absolutely surreal, and it’s all thanks to your generosity that Sad Trombone got this far (100 drawings, 85 ask doodles!).
I wish I could keep at this forever, but— well, you know how it goes. I’m meandering toward a crowded sort of period in my life right now, and an update a day has become a bit difficult, especially when there’s traveling to be done. I’m really very reluctant to walk away — because I love LM as much as I ever did through all these years, because I won’t be here to make AND THEN THEY ALL DIED jokes for Barricade Day, because there are so many prompts I want to fill (The Magic School Bus! Lord of the Rings! Les Amis and the Holy Grail!
Sex Pistols Fruits Basket!), and most of all because you make it so fun for me to be here — but 100 days was a good run, wasn’t it? I think it was. And now is perhaps as good a time as any for me to bow out.
I’m not sure if there will be less regular art updates here in the future, but que será será, you know! There’s nothing to worry about. The blog itself isn’t going anywhere, and I’ll still be able to respond privately to any questions or messages you happen to toss my way. Maybe I’ll wander back in when things are quieter on my end, or maybe we’ll run into one another in some different fandom, or maybe something else, or maybe something else— but ten years from now, I’ll still have LM tucked away in the same old corner of my heart, and I’ll still remember how much fun this was, and I still won’t understand why Azelma was helping Courfeyrac tie his cravat. It’s rather nice, that small assurance of constancy.
Anyway, I hope that you’ll all love this fandom for a long time to come. Please be happy, be kind, dry-hump Wilbour’s leg, and tell stories if you get sad (it’s what keeps the dead alive). Thank you for everything, malcontents. I hope I’ll see you around, and until then, it’s lights out at 16 Rue de la Verrerie.