Sometimes I worry that my characters are too chatty. But then I remember that humans speak. It’s basically one of our super powers, after all. And I figure “ah, it’s fine.”

But then I also remember that we don’t have balloons flying around our heads for every word we speak. But theeeen I get really sad because, dang, how cool would that be?

And it’s around that point that my mind wanders off completely and I am no longer paying attention to how crowded my panels are. At least until I look at the thing days later on the site, wherein the process begins anew. It is my unending torment. Or something.