Even A Beast Can Cry...

The Beast has been an original character of mine for years. When I was in high school, he was scribbled all over my notebooks and in the margins of my papers.

He's always been a somewhat tragic figure because he was never meant to be a beast. And now, he's crying.

Why is he crying? Well, recently my dear mother passed away, and this October has been a challenging time. My mother often indulged my love of comic books and my propensity to create and draw my own superheroes, of whom the Beast was one of the most prominent.

So instead of a regular blog post, I chose to create this small tribute for my mother who instilled in me the drive to create. Thank you, Mom, for everything you've done and given. I'm sure in his own way, the Beast appreciates it too.