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Wrote A Book? Now What? A Series of Cartoons

This is cartoon #6. Strangely enough the toilet got plugged last night. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t because of undies, though.

Wrote a book? Now What? A Series of Cartoons

This is cartoon #5. We’ve all flushed undies down the toilet at least once in our lives, right?

Wrote a Book? Now What? A Series of Cartoons

This is cartoon #4. Fitting, considering it’s made up of 4 panels.

Wrote a Book? Now What? A Series of Cartoons.

This is Larry’s first appearance. Sans hat. Isn’t that interesting? Now you’ll have something to chat about over dinner.

Wrote a Book? Now what? A Series of Cartoons.

This is cartoon strip #2…

Cartoon of Mine About Writing.

Here we go, a little Throwback Thursday cartoon.

I drew this after I completed my first novel, and that feeling of uncertainty is as strong today as it was four years ago. Okay, that’s a little bit of an exaggeration: at least now I know who to go to when I want a cover designed. But as I’m nearing the end of the first draft of my latest novel, I can’t help but think of that aphorism: the more things change, the more things stay the same.

A Haiku. On Moving. Cities, I Mean.

Book Review: Death Most Wicked

Oh, so creepy.

I don’t read a lot of horror, which is weird considering I like horror movies, which is even weirder because I don’t watch them anymore. I think it’s because I have kids. Well, that and my inability to watch movies on my own.

My youngest gets spooked by the tiniest things. Literally. We have a bathroom she refuses to use anymore because she spotted a spider on the ceiling once. The spider’s gone; my wife killed it despite my very clear orders not to, but my kid still won’t use that particular bathroom.

(in case you’re wondering, my wife refuses to do anything I order her to do. Me on the other hand…)

Getting back to scary films, I haven’t really watched many since my kids were born. Mainly because I value my sleep. I think of all the thoroughly spooky movies I’ve missed over the years. And the sad thing is, I probably won’t ever get to watch them because my wife hates horror movies and I can’t watch movies alone.

It’s not because I’m scared or anything, it just feels weird sitting on a couch watching a movie all by my lonesome. It’s like those poor souls who sit alone, eating bowls of cereal in a restaurant. I’ve never understood that. Why would you order Cheerios at a restaurant when you can have bacon and eggs? It’s heartbreaking just thinking about it.

You know what else is heartbreaking? Well, maybe not heartbreaking. Spooky’s a better word, and super-scary. Suzi Albracht’s Death Most Wicked. Man, as soon as dead kids are involved, it’s like, murder the bastard. Without giving away the plot, I kept hoping one of these kidnapped children were going to turn out to be a monster in disguise. You know, so the kidnapper would get his. Hmm, that could be an interesting story…

Suzi has a great imagination. Some of the stuff in there — it would make a great movie. Or a horrible nightmare.

If you’re in the mood for a scary read, Death Most Wicked is not a bad choice.

Tales From the Sock Drawer: Poppet the Kitty Puppet

Poppet the kitty puppet might very well be the most frightening of all the weirdos in my sock drawer. Every night from 1 am to 1:30 am Poppet sings ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’. What’s so scary about that, you ask? The guy holding her is dead.

Tales From the Sock Drawer: Kenny Chu, Tea Painter

Meet Kenny Chu, world famous artist and genius.  I say that sarcastically because while he is world famous, he most certainly is not a genius.  The guy literally wipes a used teabag across a canvas and then has the gall to show it in a gallery.  The only people dumber than  him are the morons who buy his crap.  Can you believe an original Kenny Chu Tea Painting sells for over $250,000?  In this economy?!?  If that’s not bad enough, get a load of this quote of his I found on his web site:

“Painting with tea is a wonderful pursuit. It’s expressive, relaxing and inexpensive. All you need is a teabag, a stick and a desire to communicate with something other than words and hand gestures.”

What a bunch of pompous garbage.  It makes me mad just reading it.  Seriously, if I ever snap and start flushing cherry bombs down public toilets, this guy’s the reason why.