It was only in 2007, which puts me at about 24, and therefore leaves me no justification for writing a novella told completely from the first-’person’ perspective of a male cat… Reading it now the whole thing seems really sick, somewhere on the spectrum between terrible judgement and mental illness.
This was a homework assignment. And not mine. Chicago-based Artist Christine Even was going to animate a dream she’d had for a class, something like New Media Studies. I had been spending all of my free-time chain smoking and teaching myself Adobe Flash, so I assured her it would be as easy as pie. [...]
The idea was simple enough; write a Young Adult novel and, given the timeliness of the idea, become an overnight success. I was going to be rich and famous, but more importantly, relevant.
An animated short film that I was going to write, produce, direct, animate, edit, and score… With my degree in Fiction Writing hot off the press, it’s no wonder that I thought I was qualified to make an animated short film. Worry not that I can’t draw to save my life, and know virtually nothing about animation. I was convinced that I could learn. And besides, it would be good for my resume.