i've had this idea in my head for a while. i want to make a graphic novel, but not one of those glossy, manga deals, the ones where the men are all prettier than the girls and the girls are all proportioned like barbie. i want to do a graphic novel with squiggle drawings and collages, a cross between a novel, except not linear, and a zine, except with a definite story line. i picture a modest book full of secrets and revelations, enlightenments and failures, friends and love and passion and words and i want it to be kinky and kooky and black and white and yin and yang and buddha will be there, and so will all my old aliases like adele and tyler and ben and olivia and maybe i'll be chrissy and maybe i'll call myself something else. i don't know the particulars yet, but this has been brewing for a while. i can feel the general mood of it, and i know how it's going to end.
this is my problem. i always figure out the ending first, when it's the journey there that should be the most interesting.
i believe it is time to embark.