Just because you can’t see me, or don’t hear from me, it doesn’t mean I am not there. I am always there. Usually, or especially, when I want to be somewhere else! There I am. It’s so annoying.
Just because you can’t see me, or don’t hear from me, it doesn’t mean I am not there. I am always there. Usually, or especially, when I want to be somewhere else! There I am. It’s so annoying.
As I’ve been working on this Bedtime Story since 1994, you’d think I would be able to have it completed for an Easter 2011 deadline! You’re funny. You make me laugh some times.
“The Journal of Dr. Merd” is a short story originally written in November 2004 as a free-association piece for my collection, which I have now (for good or bad (but probably bad)) attempted to retell in an illustrated way for the purpose of sharing here.
Are you like me? Do you work feverishly on something, day in and day out until it’s done before starting the next project? Yes? Then you’re NOTHING like me! Come look at the mess I’m making.
Originally written in February, 2004, as a free-association piece for my collection, this story lovingly titled “Miss Tiffany’s Ticket” is the first one I have ever tried to illustrate for the purpose of sharing here.