“The book American Gods wishes it was.” --Despina Durand

Saturday, January 1, 2011


What? Another year? Seems like we're always crashing into another one. This time, as usual, I'm facing a pile of unfinished business that I'm going to have to do -- and I'm exhausted from doing my humble dayjob. Arrgh!

The Apocalypse/Revolution in the book/publishing/writing world is slamming into full-tilt boogie. I have a front-row seat to the turmoil, mayhem, and hopefully, a little progress. I'll report what I can as soon as it becomes safe to do so, both here, and Chicanonautica at La Bloga. It'll be . . . interesting . . .

I've also realized that it's time for me to stop thinking of writing and art as a weird hobby, as I've done for the last decade, and start considering it to be a business again. What the hell, I've been selling stuff, getting attention -- besides, it looks like we all are going to have look into different ways of making money, and soon.

So, if you need any writing, drawing, and/or cartooning, or even have some good, honest all-purpose stooge work, I'm here.

Meanwhile, I've some projects to finish. Just wish I wasn't so pooped.

Oh yeah, Happy New Year!

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