admittedly, my personal life is a train wreck. like a sixty-car pile-up, no survivors to speak of train wreck. some of the darkness of my current non-relationship with a certain man who gave my children beautiful blue eyes is leaking into my dystopian other-world personality. okay. so maybe moses jones is compiled of much of my own dark thoughts and struggles. maybe that’s what she is for. through moses jones i can pick up a katana and slice up some zombies. through moses jones i can express my darkest thoughts. through moses jones i can safely vent.
and then deny that my characters are anything but fictional creations.
here is page 23. moses jones having a break-down of sorts. why? because sometimes you have to break it down to re-build. she can come back stronger…faster…six million dollar mojo. or, at least, that is the hope of her narrator and illustrator.
as always, stay tuned. i can’t say for sure when the next page will come, but i am hopeful.
forever hopeful.
moses jones: apocalyptic mama 
I have definitely felt this way before! Minus the zombies! (But I wish there had been zombies..)