Last year someone mentioned to me that they had been invited to write a book. It took me a few days to realize that the invitation might have come from a person or group of people, and that it might have involved things like money and deadlines.
This project was born in a heated moment when I told someone I loved that her heart was full of chewed-up pencils. In that moment, I knew I was going to have to write a book.
It occurred to me recently that what I call “the book” is my imaginary friend, and what you see here are blind contour drawing that I’ve made to try to show you what it looks like.