I was really all about this bootstrapping thing. I really was. Or am. Or both. One thing I’m even more about though is getting this damn thing out into the world at all costs. I’m in my own damn siege battering and digging under the walls of funding bodies, quasi NGOs, my job, my kids and life in general.
I was told one time after showing The Gates of Vienna I had a brain the size of a planet. Although conjecture I’m sure what struck me was first the warm after glow of the ego happy ending. Then I realised my brain was indeed the size of a pigeon’s. If I was smart I would not have started this thing at all. But the story and the people that live in it just keep on dragging me back into making this thing which I like to think will partially reinvent reading.