A NEW TESTAMENT

    The curtain rises over the black-and-white no-woman’s-land of 2019. The suspicious susurration of what one can only assume is loose papers can be heard, as well as the jingle-jangling of pencils, pens, and pins on a hat. My name is Bathsheba Eliam, and it is time to explain.

I started writing this blog (more like "clog"), when I was a lanky, janky pre-teenager trying to introduce you all to as many characters as possible. Since then, a few things have happened: I realized that I am not a man, and then that I am a woman. Secondly, I realized that I couldn’t draw anymore, and then that I COULD in fact still draw. One of these journeys I could not be more proud of, and the other is nothing more than a logjam … a clogjam, if you will ...

… so here I am, a bona fide, 23-carat dust collector, surrounded by the other trophies and atrophies of my famously curated room. I spend time in this museum of the furbelows shown below when I need sleep, or in this case, when I need inspiration, the kind that I cannot get from the rest of the Small World that I live in … After All.

Alright, now that I have corralled courage enough to write the important part, here she is: as our heroine Zowene “Zowie” Cowy stares down the serrated edges of her amorphous android enemies, we must choose for her. Who will spontaneously generate at her side? The human(oid) half of the Valiunt Heros, or the madly scientific Milly Brimcogs?! You decide, and I delight!

EPISODE ONE, PART ONE