Tuesday, January 24, 2012 at 3:26AM 
Click the image to see the full work.
in the Illustration section. Commissioned for Eric Johnson's erotic BDSM story. You can read the work over at Smashwords.
Also there's the Blood Bonds Cover for Levi Montgomery, one writer I truly love reading because the stories are just so perfectly good.
You know the drill,
Monday, January 9, 2012 at 5:53PM 
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The moments of lucidity, the mental sharpness and keen awareness are getting shorter and fewer in frequency, which is taking a significant toll on my ability to get necessary tasks done. The result is that when such moments occur there is a frantic rush to try to get the most pressing tasks done.
What happens outside the clear moments, is lost to a singular hazy blur of dream-distant memories that make no sense. Not sure when this really started, but a good parallel image is that I am sleeping for weeks at a time, and waking up for a few desperate hours.
Friday, December 30, 2011 at 11:04AM 
A hard year for many of us, for various reasons, including the Great East Japan Earthquake and Tsunami of the Tohoku region, and the resulting nuclear disaster at Fukushima Daiichi plant.
Personally I’m still struggling with a hard year of illness after illness (seriously, I was sick for some 34 weeks this year) financial woes (thanks to all of you who helped me stave off eviction again and again this year, domo arigatou!) and family troubles including baby illnesses and spousal worries. Times ahead are guaranteed to be tough, but I know that with the help of friends and family, we can pull through. Thanks again, to all the well wishers and the donors/patrons of my art. You folks made a tangible difference in my life, and I can’t properly express the gratitude I feel.
Progress reports:
Baby is still sick with viral thing, but can eat now, and as cheerful as ever.
Spouse and I are struggling in our relationship with each other, which is not helped by my constant illness. But we’re talking, which is a good start.
I apparently, still have pneumonia. It lurks behind the scenes, just waiting for me to push myself (by taking out the trash, or doing the dishes, for example) to pounce on me and start a huge day stopping coughing fit. New meds keep it at bay, but I’d rather it just go away. On a related note, I’m sick of hospitals.
Finances wise, I have some work trickling in, and a piece of mine was recently displayed in The Atlantic Wire for the lovely Jake Adelstein. so that’s a plus. As always, I’m open to illustration commissions, whether they be portraits, editorial, or commercial works.
The novel proceeds a pace, bouts of pneumonia notwithstanding.
I wanted to close by again expressing my thanks to everyone whose read, sent well wishes, donated, or purchased art. It’s really helpful, and I hope the New Year finds you happy, HEALTHY and prosperous in your own way.
See you next year!
Thursday, December 15, 2011 at 10:06AM If you've been paying attention to my Facebook or twitter accounts, you already know that I was diagnosed with pneumonia on Sunday. If you really only flow my blog, then apologies for not posting the news sooner, but the illness has really punched me to the ground. It's taken no time at all to let me know it is far more hardcore than the constant colds I get. I suppose I should have predicted this, given the constant weak immune system I have, and the onslaught of toddler cold season during the winter. But I certainly didn't see it coming. Had a chest x ray, catscan, and strep swab at the ER, and was prescribed Zithromax antibiotics. It's a very powerful drug, but the pneumonia is still kicking my butt with coughs and shortness of breath at nights. Word on the street is that this is not a flash in the pan thing, but rather like the siege of a castle, it will take a while to resolve itself. The baby is going to the dr's later today to ensure that he isn't at risk for it. Fingers crossed.
Despite this point of I'll health I managed to finish what I might call my most ambitious editorial illustration to date during the illness, all the while listening to the audiobook version of 1q84 (which I have yet to finish.) Just yesterday I wrote roughly 3 thousand words in the novel, and surmounted a huge plot point. The novel is picking up steam, though I don't know if it will be ready for publication by the original deadline I'd set.
Finances wise; donations and illustrations assignments left over should pay January rental least, February is still up in the air. I'm pondering things, but at the moment am pretty sick as is. I did leave the donation button up in the leftmost column of the blog, and donations do get a free thank you gift illustration ( will have to change it for repeat donations.) so if you donate to the rent and diaper fund, thank you, I appreciate it regardless of the amount, whether that's $1 or $600.
I had more to say a minute at but one of the symptoms of pneumonia is a lack of clear thinking, so I guess I'll just have to let it go for now.
Tanks for reading, donating, and sending well-wishes and prayers, I appreciate it.
Sunday, December 11, 2011 at 12:40AM She sighed and suddenly jammed the controls of the Sabercycle downward towards the ice and snow. Instead of the jarring crash she was half expecting, the hovering bike corrected itself and disappeared in a flicker of light just before it would have crashed. Rei was thrown forward before slamming through the windshield of a taxi cab. She’d have laughed if it wasn’t for the intense pain she felt. After a few minutes, she stood up, brushed herself off, and swiped her hand in front of her to bring up the UI again.
She equipped herself with the same armor and weapons, and when everything was ready Rei stood up, selected the multiple target weapon system. She felt the rifle in her hands melt into liquid chrome, before reforming itself fluidly to become a multibarreled launcher. She smiled, looked at the looping scene around her and opened fire on the street full of cars and people.
Streaks of missile vapor exploded from her hands as dozens of fist sized sunlight bright stars blossomed forth and spun crazily before impacting the buildings cars and street. Missiles streaked and curled away, sailing up into the sky, down the street and into the cars and pavement below.
Fireballs and chunks of white hot steel enveloped the street. Cars began popping as they exploded with loud ground shaking thumps, the charred wrecks flipped into the air like cards before a hurricane wind. Slagged pieces of vehicles and chunks of buildings rained down into the street crushing other cars and bodies of the pedestrians with sickening realism. Within minutes the missile salvo she had loosed had decimated two city blocks, and further down the avenue buildings toppled over into the street and each other, hurling bricks, glass, steel and burning bodies on the street.