Me, Myself and You

I wrote a short story that became a 66,266 word novel. I illustrated its cover in the meantime. Determined to write a short story, I decided to write a collection of such stories in the same imaginary universe. I illustrated its cover first. I am now writing the stories.

My creative genius is not in planning. On the contrary: I exceed what I intend as I go along. I create beyond what I first imagine.

It is good to plan. Though nothing goes according to plan, I still have an idea to work with. The plan is the clay I shape and without the clay, there is nothing to make.

I often design a book cover before I write the book. The illustration is for its own sake, as visual art. I then write a story to match it.

The unimaginative wonder why my work is weird. They typically suggest I write non-fiction or historical fiction instead, especially since I am so knowledgeable.

The sanctimonious are offended that I write and illustrate supposedly provocative things. No one who actually reads my books, from beginning to end, is ever so indignant.

I do not enjoy writing books and illustrating the covers. On the contrary: It is hard work upon hard work. I love having written a book and illustrated its cover. The product is my satisfaction. I am proud of what I have done… and that is why I flaunt it.

Forgive me.