I recently finished a new book entitled Severed Limbs. It's 144 pages of fantastic fantasticized fantasy. The book is about a prophet, or a madman (depending upon your perspective), who suffers a serious injury from a divine Hemingway cat* and sets out for restitution. I won’t spoil the ending, but it’s not really about the ending. It’s about the journey. I would sincerely and profoundly appreciate if you would consider helping me transform Severed Limbs into a beautiful book.

I have set up a KICKSTARTER campaign where you can learn all the lavish details here at this extremely inelegant URL, just click it: 
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1661720183/severed-limbs-a-comic-book?ref=user_menu

I know it feels like we're living through the end times these days. Everyone is confused. Everyone seems to hate everyone else. We're all pretty sure we've descended into chaos, and it's "those people's" fault. Whoever those people are for you. It can easily appear that expending efforts on frivolous things like comic books is a waste of time and energy. But I would argue that the opposite is true. There is no better time than chaotic times to throw your hat into the ring and create something, or study a creation, or support a creative endeavor. What better way to confront chaos than to generate novel ideas and principiate future possibilities? To cultivate the best in humanity?

*A Hemingway cat, if you didn’t know, is a polydactyl. It is said that Ernest Hemingway bred these extra toed guys and now pretty much all polydactyls can be traced back to him. Weird right? Also, probably not true, but he definitely had a hankering for the extra toed.

Another severed peek

Fred keeps getting nearer and nearer his goal, but somehow farther away.

Every step seems to take him into another distracting and divergent realm he had no intention of entering.

Will he ever catch up to Le Gooch?

Well, he has to survive this first.

Fred gets a painful lift

This page is from my upcoming Severed Limbs. This is a scene near the last fourth of the book.

Fred gets an airlift in his hunt for Le Gooch as Potemkin observes from afar.

Giving thanks

The last two weeks have been psychologically and technologically disturbing here in Thursday City. A city wide computer problem caused a series of collapses, which destroyed many vaulted files. This series of computer problems triggered a series of psychological disturbances which shook Thursday City to the core. But I am back in the saddle (as it were) and excited about the future again. Yes, the rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. To catch you up on news: “the Moth or the Flame” is nearly ready to be sent to the printers. It will hopefully be available in mid-winter. “Severed Limbs” is coming along swimmingly. I should have images soon of the show in Michigan, from October. They will be posted as soon as I have received them. Le Gooch still has extra toes and is yet to show any hint of embarrassment about this fact. I have advanced another year in living chronology. Mayor Trumbull is still in his grave, and the interim Mayor Wilson should be replaced after the upcoming elections. The legal struggles involving the city of Thursday City and Kreme King’s illegal dumping of mass amounts of petro-chemical waste into Thursday River are still mired in seemingly interminable legal gridlock. The sun came up and went down again today. And all seems to be otherwise enduring in the world. Thanks for that.

Speaking of cats, look what the cat dragged in

If one were to travel northeast from Thursday City into the surrounding Valley of Keene, across the river, deep into the heart of the Back Woods one would eventually arrive at the Dark Prefecture. A magical place filled with wonder and made all the more intriguing by the decades of accumulated folk tales surrounding the area. One would most certainly get there eventually; if one were so inclined. Once there one may or may not encounter Le Gooch the prince of the Dark Prefecture.

Le Gooch is a divine creature, a deviant perversion of divinity perhaps, but divine nonetheless. We do not know whether he protects or terrorizes his territory, possibly both, but regardless he is there. There is no documented evidence of his existence in this realm, but trust me he is there. It is rumored that he has been responsible for devouring men, sacrificing women, and (inexplicably) de-limbing philosophers and heroes. Believe what you will.

Below is a rendering by our resident sketch-artist: