Every girl's crazy about a sharp-dressed zombie
Can you guess what arrived in the mail yesterday? No, it's not that. Nope, not that either. (I wouldn't be blogging about anything that came to my doorstep in a plain brown package, thank you. I do have some tact and grace.)
My copy of Ain't No Grave, illustrated by John David Brown and originally penned by yours truly. Consider this all of my awkward, pimple-faced adolescent fantasies of seeing my name in Comic Sans come to life. John is currently at Staple Con this weekend, braving the crowds to get the comic into the hands of as many Austinites, attendees and industry representatives as possible. My broke ass, as you all know, is broke, and I can only be there in spirit. So far I hear things are going pretty good though. Keep your fingers crossed.
I know some of you have asked, but no news yet on larger publication/distribution. That's a work in progress as it stands now. But as soon as I have some information to share I'll tell you all how to get your hands on one of these bad boys. John's art is astounding, and the story's half-decent. You know, or so I've been told. It's a win/win, really.
