I used to be an adrenaline junkie. I took risks and did things that gave me a thrill, like the time I jumped out of a plane because I was afraid of heights.
But the struggle of life changed me into someone who was afraid. Afraid to take risks. Afraid to put myself out there. Like Nina, the character in my story, I sat on the floor for a really long time, paralyzed by all the potential risks.
Sometimes you can’t take small steps in the direction you want to go. You have to leap. You have to be willing to face the thing that you are afraid of to move forward. For me, right now, that leap is in finally releasing art that matters. Stories that come from deep within that the world may very well reject. But they are mine to tell, and there is an undeniable thrill to giving them life. Posting the first episode of my graphic novel gave me the same feeling as sitting at the edge of an open door of an airplane at 9,000 feet.
I hope you enjoy the stories, whether they are little funny comics from my life or deeper, mysterious stories from my imagination. And I hope you reach out and let me know if they speak to you in some way. I’d love to hear from you.