It's Christmas season. Along with it comes the pure white snow on the ground, the skeletal trees swaying--lashing out--in the wind, and, of course, the story of a boy and his magical bag.
For about a year--on-and-off--I've been thinking about a story. It came from the idea that I wanted to do something like Alice's Adventure's in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll or like Little Nemo: Adventures in Slumberland, and I wanted it to be as dark as The Thief of Always by Clive Barker--maybe even darker if I can get away with it.
Maybe one day all the pieces will come tumbling my way. Maybe wishful thinking but who really knows, right?
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