It was then, in the Hundred Acre Wood, that Pooh realized he had eaten too much honey & could no longer see his penis.
inappropriate 10 second stories: pooh bear
inappropriate 10 second stories: little red
The wolf, being easily distracted & even more easily confused, was thoroughly tricked by Red’s naked hand puppet tactic, allowing her to escape his clutches.
storytime
at 12
i decided to be a novelist.
i was sure
i would be famous
by my 20’s.
at 28
i rediscovered my love
of writing comics
i was no longer so sure
i would be
famous
but at least
i would be having a good time
at 50
i finally published my first book
followed by another
before i turn
51.
first a book of comics
then a book of short stories
next
a novel?
a collection of art?
it seems
i finally
have
my momentum.
buy my book of comics–“confusion perfume”–the story of a single woman & her dog (not cathy) as well as a sampling of other neurotic comics.
buy my book of short stories & flash fiction–tangled together–stuff i have been working on (or hiding in a trunk) for the past 30 years.
write me kind reviews & wait with bated breath for my next literary contribution.
confusion perfume & other neurotic comics on amazon
tangled together on amazon
tangled together on lulu
tangled together on barnes & noble
tangled together the ebook
or message me for an autographed copy 🙂
all this info is also available on my “love for sale” page
hot off the press!
as of today you can buy my book tangled together from a few different places!
this is a collection of short stories and flash fiction i have been writing over the past thirty-ish years.
the stories range from dark to quirky (sometimes both) and are a good reflection of just how my mind works as well as sometimes being more memoir than fiction being that i often use my writing to exorcise those pesky demons.
also! pictures!! i did an inking per story.
if you want an autographed copy, message me (quixoticmama@gmail.com)…otherwise! pick a vendor 🙂
now i get it
when i was a girl, i could not get enough of horse stories. i picked up john steinbeck’s the red pony
expecting just another heartwarming story of a boy & his horse…by the end of the book, i was
pissed off & utterly confused. i remember the book from time to time, with bitterness. however,
while proofing my upcoming collection of short stories, i found myself remembering the story
with a different reaction. my own abrupt and morose storytelling reminded me of john steinbeck &
that fucking pony. then i began to wonder how much i had internalized in those precocious early
years, reading books beyond my understanding, stephan king & edgar allan poe…now building blocks
to my own stories. men i have never met, corrupting & molding that little writer inside me….
books! books! books!
in addition to having confusion perfume & other neurotic comics available through amazon (or contact me for an autographed copy)
in its proofing stage, to be released soon this year, tangled together…a collection of flash fiction & short stories written by me over the last 30 years.
Quixotic Mama 