Lost Books of the Odyssey: End Notes
This story has been a long, long time in coming. When I was twenty years old, I packed a bag and I went around the world. I stood on the Taj Mahal in the pouring rain, ate ice-cream in Sydney Harbour. A little later, I took myself to Venice in winter to see a boy that I was (or thought I was, at least) in love with. He was the one who told me the story of St Theodore and his improbable crocodile.
This is a story that I've been trying to write, in one way or another, for almost a decade. I didn't initially intend for it to become a Gen Kill story but I'm glad it found it's place, it's pace and it's time to breathe. This is the story the way I meant to tell it, I think.
I'm glad it's there in the world.
Some thanks, at this juncture:
To lunatics_word, who made the beautiful art that goes with this story and finally found the colours that I've been trying to put into my work all along.
To the_liftedlorax, who read my mind and put a song into the mix that I never told her that I'd listened to.
To cjmarlowe, who introduced me to Toronto and who always betas me out of a tight corner.
To pjvilar, who walked for hours in New York talking about Nate and Brad and journeys, cities and where I hoped they'd end up. And for believing in this story when I wasn't sure how to.
To melkerr, who will one day introduce me to a new country.
To my artists, lunatics_word and the_liftedlorax
And to orlanstamos, my girl who came instead.
I suppose that's warbigbang done for another year.
In short: I was born with a wandering heart.
In other words: this story is more personal than you think.
♥
This is a story that I've been trying to write, in one way or another, for almost a decade. I didn't initially intend for it to become a Gen Kill story but I'm glad it found it's place, it's pace and it's time to breathe. This is the story the way I meant to tell it, I think.
I'm glad it's there in the world.
Some thanks, at this juncture:
To lunatics_word, who made the beautiful art that goes with this story and finally found the colours that I've been trying to put into my work all along.
To the_liftedlorax, who read my mind and put a song into the mix that I never told her that I'd listened to.
To cjmarlowe, who introduced me to Toronto and who always betas me out of a tight corner.
To pjvilar, who walked for hours in New York talking about Nate and Brad and journeys, cities and where I hoped they'd end up. And for believing in this story when I wasn't sure how to.
To melkerr, who will one day introduce me to a new country.
To my artists, lunatics_word and the_liftedlorax
And to orlanstamos, my girl who came instead.
I suppose that's warbigbang done for another year.
In short: I was born with a wandering heart.
In other words: this story is more personal than you think.
♥