A Book?

Well, Yes, A novella, which has now become a novel since rewriting Paint for 2008.

It has gotten longer, and longer as I type. I am having fun writing more on each character, each scene, and adding new characters; it's a whole world on its own.

What for?

As creative people know, we create to create; partly because we love to, partly because we can, but mostly because we have to — it's like an addiction that drives us mad, a insanity that we have to bear, a condition that needs attention — we cannot sit idle, so we write stories, songs, poems; some draw, paint, weld, do clay, and all those other creative things there are in the world, so the rest of the world can enjoy the creations

If it were not for creative thinkers, the mad-scientists, the artists in the world, the world would not be what it is today both good and bad. There would be no vision, no creations, no discoveries, no reason to discover or explore, no one to challenge your mind, your beliefs, and there would be no one to invent.

Some creations should have been left alone, but I am not here to dwell on those; I was just merely telling you my disposition of having a creative mind that does what it wants to whether I am awake or sleeping. Yes, it is a curse at times, but I wouldn't change it — it makes life interesting and worth living for. Of course it also makes you want to go crazy and …

When will it be done?

By Christmas on Cafe Press.

How Much?

$15, maybe.