In December of last year, I made this crazy vow: "I want to create a graphic novel so ridiculous that only my best friends would even consider buying it—and then NOT sell it to them!"
So, for the past sixty days I have been noodling and working feverishly on a very Frankenstein-ish book, put together in pieces, backed-in, fleshed out, duck-taped, jigsawed and chicken-wired.
Does it make any sense? Perhaps, if you know me. Does it track? Kind of. Is it a movie? That remains to be seen.