Comic-Con

Sister World, finished, left me bereft but I’m happy to say I have new ideas and plenty of dreams left to make real. I’ve written 8 books and they’re heavy to lug around. I’m asking you to come to Comic-Con and buy some so I don’t have to take them home. On a more serious note, I need to tell my readers and especially those who haven’t read my books, how proud I am of having been able to fulfill a life long dream. I’ve included quite a bit of me in each character. The angry man was once the angry girl. Angry that the world had set boundary’s I longed to break. Life wounds us, both physically and psychologically. All wounds leave scars. I’ve tried to let us feel angst without despair, fear while knowing we’re safe and hope. Hope that there is something more. Though no one I know has had to face the monster’s I’ve created, I’m pretty certain that except for a lucky few, we’ve all faced monsters. They don’t all look the same, but they are very much alike. They play a part in who we are. I managed to grow old with some compassion. How do I know I have compassion? Here’s one example. It’s kind of odd, but it’s me. This morning I removed a worm from where it was walking on Boots, my dog. I threw it in the toilet, closest way to discard it and saw it struggling to live. Fishing it out, I took it outside, gently sitting it on my porch. Ten minutes later I checked to see if it was still there, struggling to breathe. I was relieved to see it had gotten away, as I so often crawled away from my hurts. It was just a creature trying to live and I knew in the depths of my soul, I had no right to take that life.