Butch coughed up the last of his tobacco smoke as the screams escaped the mouth of the mine.
“You hear that?” he looked at Red. The bug-eyed man gripped his rusty pickaxe tight across his chest.
A low vibration started in their boots; an explosion deep in the tunnel. Hot air and dust erupted, knocking them to the ground. Through the cloud, Young-Johnny came running, face bloodied, and a fine rope trailing behind.
As he reached daylight, the rope glinted then snapped taut, pulling him backward off his feet. Arms flailing, trying to grab ahold of anything, Johnny shrieked, “Spiders!”
How’s everyone holding up in the days of the coronavirus? I hope you’re all staying safe.
I am currently working from my shoe box-sized home, my anxiety levels are off the charts, and I have been neglecting all of my creative outlets.
I figured I would share some of the things I’ve actually accomplished since the start of our current global crisis. The graphic above was something I thought I could send out into the world as a sort of PSA. A reminder for people.
I don’t know if it helped.
You might not know that I love science fiction. But I do! Beep. Bop. Boop. I am a robot from Mars.
Right now, living in NYC, I’ve been going a little crazy, dreaming of more space, and that led me to create the image above. You can see the full image over in my portfolio.
Aside from that, I haven’t really been able to focus. Social media (mostly Twitter) has been creeping back, distracting me again and again. The news doesn’t help either. Does anyone else have these issues?