Sorry for being so non-existent

New Goals and Aiming for Connection

It’s been over a year since I last updated this creative wasteland.  Since July 2020, I’ve had the difficult job of caring for my mom after a dementia diagnosis. First, from a distance, and when the challenges increased, I stayed with her for three months while helping her transition to assisted living.  It was challenging period, but also one of growth. I focused on a lot of art; I documented

Inktober and other distractions

Likely story. I’d originally written this post in November but never finished it.  0ne of the last times I updated this creative wonderland of nonsense, I was neck-deep in making postcards and sending them to friends, strangers and pets all over. Since then, I’ve been doing some bookbinding, and in October, I jumped into Inktober! It’s a fun challenge. What’s even more enjoyable is seeing the work of other artists. I’d enjoyed watching the challenge

Gingerbread Zombie Apocalypse

Gingerbread Zombie Apocalypse

There’s nothing I relish more than my holiday break. I usually reserve quite a few vacation days to use in December, and then say Adios! to my workplace and pretend to be retired for a few weeks. Of course, the first week is quite busy with the typical hustle and bustle but with all the extra time, I like to make a holiday project. A few years ago, it was

Lady in 4A

Nobody had seen her in nearly a quarter of a century. The tenants downstairs her could hear her shuffling across the floor every now and then, but the woman who was rumoured to be somewhere between 60 and 90 years old remained largely a mystery. Some folks had a genuine concern for her, while neighbourhood kids told tales of facial deformities and cannibalism. Others couldn’t help but let their eyes

Makin’ postcards. Breakin’ hearts.

Not really. At least I don’t think I’ve broken any hearts. But I have been making lots of postcards. My days have been consumed with my day job, which is generally very busy this time of year. I work for a university, and contrary to what many believe is a pretty chill couple of months for staff (with the students away), it’s actually go time, as we have to get ready to receive

Creative Wasteland

Oh hi. I didn’t see you standing there. You’re probably wondering what the deal is with this vacant wasteland of a so-called blog.  It’s a work in progress.  Shortly after I launched this thing, I had to go help my mom as she was having some health issues. I was with her for three weeks while she had a hospital stay, and during that period, I was working out of her

Happy Birthday, Dad!

I usually go have a beer in honour of my dad’s birthday on August 21, but due to the pandemic, I’ll post a comic about it instead and maybe have a beer at home. 

Flash Fiction // Mary’s Date

When was the last time she’d met someone new? 2007? Yes, it was June 2007 when she was introduced to Tom by mutual friends. “Stop. Don’t go there.”, she whispered to herself. Mary cautiously parked her car and stepped out into a warm and bright evening. As she made her way down to the place her date had recommended, she basked in the warm September air. Tom had loved sitting

The Pink Devil

If Cotton Candy were a living, breathing entity, it’d be a cold and vile creature, living in the shadows and occupying most-wanted lists from coast to coast. Like cake, it is celebratory in appearance, but don’t be fooled! It’s not your friend, not like cake. The silly-looking confection aims to render its victims helpless at first sight and then go in for the kill. It is so sickly sweet to

Eddie's dilemma, flash fiction

Flash Fiction // Eddie’s Dilemma

It was weeks. No. Months. Months since the last tortured screams were heard in the streets. Eddie had holed up in his apartment, hoping to avoid whatever was out there. Through a tiny sliver of daylight, he glimpsed the hell that lay outside. It wasn’t pretty. Not until his cupboards were bone dry did he dare to go outside. But finally, with much trepidation, armed with a golf club and