My first reader

You will probably hear me say a bit about my mom as I prepare to put this novella out. She was the first person to read it, and it was one of her favorite pieces of mine. When I would have another story in the works or out for submission, she would say “I want to see that story about the artists published.”

My mother was an accomplished and award winning artist and art teacher. She breathed art. She created thousands of works over her lifetime (some of which you may see on this website). My story about the artists was written with knowledge of her experiences and her teachings. And then it takes a very weird and dark twist.

She’s not here to see that story published, but I think that where ever she is in the unknown afterlife, she’s going to enjoy reading the final version and she’s going to see the things she taught me amongst the pages.

And she’s going to cringe at the sex scenes. I mean, she’s still my mom.