Coulda, woulda, shoulda

A few years ago I had a book agent and two art-related book projects in the works. One was a SF illustrated novel/GN with another incredible artist and one was a book on toys with a great photographer. At the same time, I bought an old house with a big yard and started clearing away 30 years of vegitative neglect. And I ended up getting really sick, not able to move around, not wanting to get out of bed. I wasn't doing anything, and I wasn't really communicating well with anyone.

Turned out I had Lyme disease. It also turned out that I spoiled my relationships with the agent, artist and photographer. So those projects died on the vine. To be fair to myself, none of those people picked up the phone and called me to see what was happening during those 3 months I vanished... of course, I may not have given them my new phone number...

This post features a drawing I did for the illustrated novel/graphic novel which never was.