Happy Women in Horror Month!


I’ve been trying to get in the habit of sketching at least once every day. Flex those artsy muscles, and push myself regularly. For February, I’m combining my daily sketches with celebrating Women in Horror Month! And it only seemed appropriate to start February 1st with my sista from another mista, WiHM founder Hannah Neurotica.

On top of being an awesome advocate for ladies in and out of the horror industry, Hannah is an up-and-coming director and writer as well. I’ve been privileged to work with Hannah on a couple different projects, including the music video for Todd Michael Schultz’s, “Survive.”

One of Hannah’s current recurring projects that I’m super excited about, is a monthly horror movie screening, Horror at the Hooker, at the Hooker-Dunham Theater in Brattleboro, VT.

All around, Hannah is just one awesome horror lady.

Still Waiting on that Mystik Spiral Album

“Sadly, some people never get beyond the box stage in their creative life. We all know people who have announced that they’ve started work on a project– say, a book– but some time passes, and when you politely ask how it’s going, they tell you that they’re still researching. Weeks, months, years pass and they produce nothing. They have tons of research but it’s never enough to nudge them toward the actual process of writing the book.”
                                                              -Twyla Tharp, The Creative Habit
I think everyone knows at least one of these types of people. The Trent Lane (sorry, Daria was a defining point of my adolescence) type that has all the desire to be a professional creator, but none of the ambition or motivation.

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Cherry Bomb Mama

The conversation about having children came up once with my son’s biological father (in the abstract sense, clearly not in the having-them-together sense). At the time, I was pretty adamant that I had no desire to be a mother. I distinctly remember him telling me, “Just watch, in 10 years you’ll be a soccer mom.” I remember it so well, because I was highly offended at the time.

Well. It’s 10 years later. And I’m afraid he might have been right.

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