This is where we start getting toward the more profound end of this story, regardless of the original silliness of intent.
Everything I write is like an avalanche; little pebbles start rolling downhill to the catastrophe that no one thought would happen.
My first prose novel, an illustrated book called An Insupportable Light (available at Lulu), deals with this. Yes, it’s one of those post-apocalyptic novels, but it was written some time ago, and from my own ideas. We were just all thinking of the same thing back then: “We are so gonna get it!”
Anyway, the novel is about my first published character, Stinz (before I drew him as a centaur). Nobody’s the bad guy. In fact, his nemesis is introduced as though he were the hero of the piece. He, after all, only has his own viewpoint, and cannot see why all these tedious peasants don’t get with the program. Stinz just wants to stay out of the mess, but he’s like a Kevin Costner character: a natural leader who gets dragged into the quagmire.
Lots of fun historical details and some of my most old-fashioned, wood-cut-style art. I’ve updated the book, changed some of the antique speech forms, and proofed it again. I hate being a publisher. Somebody get me an agent (mine, or potential agents — they’re like Potential Slayers — they keep dying).
