All this is mine. A drawing of my old bedroom growing up with my cat.

Weirdness on lined paper.

Sketch of sea creatures on lined paper.

This is the end of the search for inspiration. I never really finished it, but I dealt with a lot of stuff at the time making this comic.

Steve and I had broken up before this comic, but I was still dealing with my feelings for him at this time.

More expanded canvas stuff.

Depression is a hell of a drug.

The struggle.

There’s some talk about how a Mary Sue character is an insert for the female writer in the script. I think I was going off of that concept here.

The hall of mirrors.