A comic about Sonya

I have a lot of amazing friends that I have never met, never stood in a room with, and never looked in the eye, though I see them as closer friends than many people that don’t effectively live in my computer.

We all have our internet friends. For me, because I don’t see them in real life, most of their life is a mystery while aspects of their personality bleed through during our interactions. This creates a sort of personality skeleton, while most of their life and actions, facial expressions and tone of voice are left open to creative interpolation and wild extrapolation.

Sometimes this leads to an image of a person that is completely off base, and other times, as I learn more about the person, I realize that I had certain parts right from the very beginning.

One such friend, Sonya Craig, goes above and beyond in an attempt to spread happy. Her character that lives in my head demanded that I draw a comic of the image I have of her day-to-day activities. I think I got this one pretty close to reality.

You can either click here for a PDF of the comic, or you can enjoy the images below… or… both, I guess… but they’re the same thing.


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In reality, she is a fantastic writer (https://sonyacraig.com/), a talented artist (http://www.redbubble.com/people/sonyacraig15/portfolio), and great person to follow on Twitter (https://twitter.com/sonyacraig15) and facebook (https://www.facebook.com/sonyacraigauthor). I suggest you read her words, enjoy her art, and engage with her on Twitter.

And, to Sonya, thanks for being so frigg’n rad.


Cereal Is Important

CerealIsImportantThe little marshmallows in his cereal made Chuck smile. They were childish and not particularly nutritious, sure, but they were delicious and the high point of most of his days.

“So, do you think you can get to that today?” his wife repeated.

“Sure,” he said between bites. He hadn’t been listening, he had been trying to enjoy his cereal.

“Can we take care of them right now, then?”

He looked up and she was doing that thing where she put her hands on her hips and all her weight on one foot. If chuck were to try to capture the look of judgmental impatience in a statue, he would carve it in that shape. It would be a waste of time, though, because nobody wants that in their home.

“Honey, they can wait, I’m eating me lucky charms.”

She was not amused.

“Charles, this is important,” she said, the weight shifting to her other foot.

Chuck sort of wished he had been paying attention now, but only sort of. “Of course it is.”

“Oh, really? Charles, you don’t seem to be acting like they are very important.” She was really mad. She only called him Charles when she was angry, and here she had done it in two statements in a row.

“Of course they are, but I’m eating my cereal. They can wait until I’m done.”

“You don’t even know what we’re talking about, do you?” She was on to him.

“Sure, I do,” he lied.

“Okay, if you were to rank THEM by priority, where would you put them, then?”

He thought for a moment. He was in real trouble here, but decided that he couldn’t make it much worse. “Well, I can tell you this much, they’re after me lucky charms!”

She left him that day, but at least when he told this story to their divorce attorney, he got a chuckle.

Grocery List


We had been fighting a lot lately and I had never meant it to get violent, but one shove was all it took. It was usually stupid little things like him not writing things on the shopping list when he used them, him not putting the toilet seat down, or me not picking up after myself. These, though, were just symptoms of bigger monsters lurking below the surface, and when we started bickering about these things, the monsters would peek their heads above water and grin those horrific, toothy grins.

“We all know where this is headed, you just don’t want to admit it yet,” that grin seemed to say.

This time it was about the grocery list. He NEVER wrote anything on the list. I would discover that we had run out of essentials only when I went to use them. As always, I overreacted and it quickly escalated to yelling. Then, when I had finally gotten tired of being interrupted and belittled, I made the biggest mistake of my life. I shoved him. It all happened so quickly.

The trip.

The stumble.

The fall.

The wet crack of his skull on the corner of the table.

The blood so dark it looked almost black, spreading out from his head.

He was dead. He was dead and I had killed him. Was I going to jail? Was this murder? It wasn’t self defense, he never hit me.

“Fuck!” I cried out, looking down at his corpse.

“Get your shit together and clean this mess up,” I muttered to myself, wringing my hands.

Blood was oozing across the linoleum floor of the kitchen now. I reached for the paper towels, but of course, there were none left. SOMEONE hadn’t put it on the list.

In Pursuit of Cookies and Progress

POCAPI tricked her into crawling into the cryogenic chamber by telling her that I had made it to keep cookies fresh, and that there were a few in there already. Now that I thought about it, looking at the bewildered expression that had been frozen on her face for the last week, I realized that she was going to be extra pissed when I woke her up if I didn’t actually have some cookies to offer her.
She would be fine, physically. The cat wasn’t fine after I tested the chamber on the poor hairball, but I had recalibrated all the sensors and tested the chamber on the dog since then. The dog wasn’t listing to the left nor making uncharacteristic noises nor any of the other side effects that I was seeing in the cat.

I built the chamber in pursuit of some uninterrupted time to think. My work had been at a standstill for years and it was time to remove all distractions.

I had thought that a week would be all I needed, but now, here I stand, a week after freezing her, having gotten nothing done but wondering about her.

Was she dreaming in there?

How upset was she going to be?

Was this grounds for divorce?
I’ve gotten no work done, I can’t think, I can’t concentrate. All I know is that if I wake her up now, before I’ve made my breakthrough, it will all have been for nothing and she would leave me for sure. Unfortunately, just sitting down and working wasn’t an option either. I had tried that, it didn’t work. I’m even more distracted without her around.

For the last day, all I’ve been doing is trying to muster up the courage to unfreeze her and deal with the consequences. I mean, I can’t keep her frozen forever… or can I?