Vanity and pride are my downfall. I’ve always been more concerned about folks’ impression of me than getting an honest take on my monstrous little creations. I’m halfway through life; if I want to see my name on the spine of a bound book, I can’t indulge myself anymore.

That doesn’t stop me from feeling more than a little apprehensive about exposing this stuff to friends and acquaintances.

What if people point and laugh?