Waiting for Walter
On the last of our ten days in Joburg, Guy drove us to Lanseria Airport to catch a 12:05 flight on a Safair Boeing 737 back to Cape Town.
I finished writing The Life of Henry Fuckit almost 20 years ago. Two publishers rejected the manuscript, and I was left feeling humiliated and seriously wounded. After a while it occurred to me that the gatekeepers were too dumb to appreciate Henry, and what was needed was something for them to look at instead of just reading a whole lot of text that was beyond them.
I commissioned a young graphic artist to draw 50 pictures based on incidents in the story. It was then that I thought of inviting all and sundry to join the illustrative process, and the Minds-I-Book project got underway. With the assistance of my daughter and son, a website was designed and saw the light of day in 2014. Unfortunately, the project never took off, and, discouraged, I added it to my list of failed enterprises.
The website remains open for inspection, and anyone wishing to contribute to the gallery is still welcome to do so. The Minds-I-Book can be found here.
To view my longer pieces, you can find me on Smashwords here.
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