So this is my book’s working title, written in its subject’s own hand. It’s not fiction. It’s not comics. It’s not reportage. I’m not sure what it is.
But it finally got a finalizing punch in the arm tonight due to the generosity of strangers on the internet and a decade-old website. Added to the massive amounts of weird confluence that have followed me since I first thought about this way back the year 2000, I feel compelled to finally make it exist.
So I’m buckling down, slaving over photoshop and trying to remember indesign and taking copious notes and figuring out how to format indices and calculating printer costs and wondering about letterpress and commissioning illustrations.
I will probably be begging for money shortly after that.
It’s going to be shameless and exciting, I cannot wait to reveal it.