So here lately I've been showing a writer I know how to get away from her typewriter and start using her laptop. And in doing this I'm finding out I may need to buy a typewriter. See her typewriter never tells her what happened on Facebook. Or who said what on Twitter. She actually writes when she sits down to write. Crazy, huh?
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
For the last week or so I've been spending most of my down time (the time i would be working on Aphliktion) doing the t shirt thing. And since it's starting to take off, my time is getting shorter. So for the next little while I'm gonna be posting the web comic 2 days a week in stead of the 4 days thing. Strangely enuff this should result in more of my stuff being seen. Which is the whole point, isn't it? Have a good day and try not to get any on ya.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
This is a short excerpt from my book "A to Z in the MadMug Alphabet"
She realized how hollow her resolve was when she came to herself on the cross-town bus stop. Pat got on the bus, paid her fare. “What is that smell?
They all stared at her. Right? Every head on the bus was turned to check out the new rider. They looked at her like she was visiting from mars. In her heart, Pat knew she could make it. Had she remembered to take her medication?
A pretty young girl smiled at her boyfriend and moved closer to him on the crowded bus. Her earrings glimmered golden in the light and suddenly triggered a sickening fear in Pat. It would have dropped her to her knees, if not for the crowd. Something golden and fluid flowed in her head, then rushed away when she turned her mind to look at it.
She glanced at the piece of paper with Angel’s address on it. The numbers on the buildings, 3500-3300-3115-2933, were going down so she knew she was heading the right direction, in movement if not emotion. All of a sudden the staring faces started stretching and pulling into terrifying caricatures of themselves. When she closed her eyes real terror played itself out behind her eyelids. She opened her eyes and shook her head in mute denial. Did she take that damn medication?
2751-2617-2529-2481 the bus almost seemed to be descending straight down. Pat felt like she was taking an elevator to hell. Horrors at every turn. To her left a man’s teeth started to grow into long tapers that pierced his cheeks. To her right a girl pulled the skin from her arms in long red strips like squaw candy, while her little sisters begged to taste…Pat felt the untaken pills in her pocket.
723-1633-1542-1413…. 1313. Here it is, she thought as she pulled the snake above the window signaling the driver to stop. He waved a wet flipper at her as she got off. Stepping into a puddle, she noticed the way the ripples spread out from her feet and continued past the edges. The street rippled. The houses rippled. Where are those damn pills? They fell from her fingers as she walked up the stairs.