sixteen years ago, after having left my first husband one month into our brief marriage (short story: i barely knew him. we eloped. then he told me he wasn’t sure he loved me, and i moved out. ha!) so i was living in this quaint one bedroom apartment in lexington, ky with my dog, norman, & i can’t remember why, maybe i’d been drinking, but i decided that i must write a ‘zine. i designed the cover. decided to name it “truite” which is french for trout but pronounced “twat” (at least in the african dialect of french??) next i started planning a comic to go in my ‘zine, and Confusion Perfume was born–the story of a neurotic single lady and her terrible relationships with everyone including her dog. think Cathy, but drawn and written well…and funny. after four fun years, Confusion Perfume died when i started dating my second husband and found myself so terrifically happy that i could not write. on retrospect, i should have seen this as a bad sign. but 12 years and a second divorce later, i find myself in love with graphic novelling once more, and moses jones: apocalyptic mama is born. and, with less than a year of penning this story, i have made the first episode into a comic ‘zine!!
it’s taken forever but has happened so quickly!
i have started episode two…plus, i have three more short comics peculating in my head. good ones, too, trust me. they will surface–probably here. i am thinking of quitting school and going full-time as a struggling artist. then they might be ready sooner??
i ran off 25 copies at an enormous price as kinkos seems to have disappeared, and i decided to use a local (but pricey!) printer instead. i really do not expect anyone to buy it–but i will see if a local bookstore (rainbow books) will carry it for me…maybe some other local spots? if you want to prove my inner naysayer wrong (the voice telling me that i should not have spent all that money on printing), you can send a suggested $5 donation, plus shipping (large envelope size?) to me at 1534 Jenifer Street, Madison, Wisconsin, 53703…or just stop by, have a cup of coffee & buy a ‘zine.
moses jones: apocalyptic mama 