My mother always said I had the makings of a contortionist. After hours hunkered over a computer keyboard and then curled up in the seat of a cab until the wee hours, I find her words as pure prophecy.
When will I ever be able to straighten up? Am I devolving into some sort of Precambrian cork-screwed invertibrate? Is this the price to pay in order to be a writer and graphic artist? (Stephen King isn't a hunchback, is he?)
Well, I know in about two seconds I shall extricate myself from being wedged in this home-office chair and simply recline, while you all remain seated and check out the latest issue of my 'zine at www.ideagems.com where we have eye-catching artwork and mind-teasing articles. At least the 'zine is evolving into a superior project!
Enjoy!