"The secret source of humor itself is not joy but sorrow. There is no humor in heaven." - Mark Twain

It has been far too long since I've posted, but it's because I've been in the lab cooking up a new story...well, actually an old one.

Since January, I have immersed myself into developing an experimental story that is very personal to me and intertwined with who I am.  Every time I put it out there, it's like throwing my own heart down on the critique slab, hoping that it survives the opinions of others.

I'd like to wait until I have better, clearer work fleshed out, but if I did that, I would never post anything.


All of these images have been cut out of the story, and I think it's made it stronger..

My mom's failed battle with cancer, and how I coped by drawing myself into my own little fantasy worlds is the inspiration for my story.  She was a strong and humorous woman, who always found the joy in the sorrow.