![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() My zine was a tool for turning myself into one. The trouble was, I didn't really want to be an author. Later, when I'd been writing fiction for years, I was both exhilarated and terribly unsatisfied. When I read Alice in Wonderland as a kid, I used to press myself against mirrors, trying to slip into that other place. How did putting out a zine open up a different world? I produced the zine in a spontaneous mood very different from the brooding, self-critical state I enter when I'm writing fiction. I could get other people to collaborate with me. Whoever thought this up, I wondered - 250 pages about characters I'd never met in a constructed world? With the zine, all of a sudden I could tell my stories with cartoons, clip art, or drawings. Then I started doing a zine and understood the invisible constraints I had been working with in the novel. I was trying harder than ever to write serious fiction, and it seemed like everybody I met was putting out a zine. ![]()
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