A long time indeed. Maybe over five years. I used to do this all the time on Livejournal, all those long and wasted Saturday mornings . . . here at the Place That Must Not Be Named.

 A wild, rainy night, tornados popping up all over the region. Apparently the Place had to shut down for forty-five minutes because of the sirens. I’m not sure whether or not it was a full bown funnel cloud or not, but there you go.

So the concept is this: I have been self-published in the comix, for the most part, since 1996. The work is adaptable to children’s literature, once all the smoking, drinking, and political references are removed. But due to the vagaries of the market, I can’t imagine anyone actually publishing it. Lord knows people are particular about what they want to invest their company’s money in. Why would it be me?

However–a small local store might sell a hand-made hardbound book by a local author . . . . . .