I Made Stuff!

I've been dying to do this one for a while. It's the last page of Sandra Boynton's lovely The Going to Bed Book. (We don't sing it, but I couldn't help myself when I found that video. Heh heh.)

Chaos loves this picture, so I made it into a couple of panels for above his bed. Now I'm all inspired. I'm gonna make more panels from favorite stories, to hang in our story corner. Whee!!

Oh, and yes, that's The Bump encroaching on pix one and three. :)

NaBloPoMo#3 Island cont...

Elise weaved her way back through the cars and headed upstairs to the warmth and comfort of the passenger lounge. In good weather, the passage between islands was only ten minutes, but in inclement weather like this, it could take much longer. She was not inclined to spend that much time getting soaked, getting colder than she already was.

She settled into a seat and looked out the window. Ahead, the island rose from the grey chop, a lopsided mountain peak covered in dark green forest and shrouded in thick fog at the top. It had always been a foreboding place in the winter; isolated, far from the mainland. Far from everything. Elise smiled. Though she hadn’t lived there for more than twenty years, it still felt like coming home.

Wordless Wednesday

I blinked, and he'd turned into a toddler, off to explore the world on his own terms.

NaBloPoMo 2: Unheeded

Unheeded, his plea faded away into the white noise of the city. His clothing, the color of dust and uv rays, camouflaged him against the cement. No one saw him dissolving in the rain among castoff coffee cups and yesterday's news. Eventually he was washed away into the gutters, swirling briefly at the sewer grate, for once shining bright in a million stars; streetlight refracted in water.

NaBloPoMo1: Island.

The first thing that came to mind was a cup, no, a carafe of coffee. The second, a pen.

Wind blew sea spray across the bow of the ferry where she stood among the cars, bringing her back with a stinging salt slap to the face. The carafe of coffee and the pen would have to wait until this frigid journey ended.

What the fuck am I thinking??

So.

 I am crazy overrun busy, 8 and some odd months pregnant (and completely unprepared), and I have no clue how this damn NaBlowPogo thing works. Oh, and I'm starting a day late. But what the hell! I'm a feet-first kinda girl. So, here goes nothing. Prepare for a lot of inanity.

Also, I'm doing fiction. Yes, I am batshit crazy, for those of you who don't already know.

Happy Hallowe'en!

Bet you've never seen a tiger eating an apple and wearing monkey-face shoes before!