As a kid, I drew monsters, everywhere. My fascination knew no bounds: dark creatures, bump in the nighters, horrid beings from unknowable reaches of the vast abyss. Somewhere around seven years of age I've a very clear memory of my paternal grandmother insisting "the boy needs therapy."

She may have been right.

I was quite ill over the New Year, and in my fevered haze began drawing on a stack of 4 x 6 index cards I had at hand. For the first time in many years, monsters began to spring from my fingertips. It was like a family reunion. I'm not going to ask where they've all been, because I already know. My mind is an endless wonderland for their kind, and they've been... traveling.

My languishing LiveJournal has been given new purpose as an online home for these daemons and daevls.

Designing Monsters, 4 x 6: the first of the brood is up today.