History is a funny thing.
For starters, the word itself is two words: HIS, and STORY. Kinda crammed together and removing one ‘S’, but you see what I mean. And that was intentional, I assure you. When the word was created, translated from latin or whatever it was, the person or persons who chose it, didn’t choose Herstory, they didn’t choose Ourstory.
It’s HIStory.
And this wasn’t so much meant as a slight against women, I don’t think, but rather a (unconcious?) acknowledgement that history itself, is written by the winners. The conquerers. And at the time, those were the Men. The Kings.
I am not a King. Some people would so hilarious joke that I’m barely a man. But I am a writer, and I do have stories to tell. I am literally creating History, passively and intentionally. Among the dozen or so stories I have in my head, I have in mind to create a trade paperback — not, a graphic novel — telling various stories from my own personal history. Inside, will be three types of stories:
1) True stories from my past,
2) Rants and,
3) Short stories.
Some of them will be graphic, meaning drawn and lettered, and others will simply be text. All of them very personal, and all of them a reflection of me and how I feel about the world. I am hoping each volume will be 64 pages, drawn (when necessary) by various people, and loved by at _least_ a dozen people.
I will write History.
Volume 1 to be released … Q1 2009.







