What a big load of joy this picture thing has been for me. Next week I’ll tell you all about my excursion to immigration hell, but for now I’m keeping this going so I don’t actually poke my own eye out with a fork from frustration.
From Bipolar Disorder expert (ah, those were the days) to bi-coastal arse expert. For a book that is not easily available in the U.S. it sure gets around the land of the free. Just the other day, the little blook was basking in the California sun and the glare from sparkly awards and sequined dresses. Through the magic of the internet it’s been transported from the land of silicone to the land of show tunes.
Here is yet another famous person (not photo-shopped, I swear) who graciously agreed to pose with a copy of my doodles. Mesdames et Messieurs I give you Vivian Swift, author of When Wanderers Cease to Roam and Le Road Trip, two of the most beautiful books ever created.
Vivian was instrumental in getting this book written. She helped me all along the way and here she is helping me again in fine NYC style. I just hope some drunk and disorderly, fancy-pants NYC publisher will see how good it looks in Times Square, send me a squillion dollar contract and plaster it all over Amazon.com. If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere.