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Fall Into the Sinkhole Anthology – SMALL PRESS COMICS

10 Dec

The Sinkhole AnthologyFriend of Vouched, author of the story collection Naked Summer, and all around good dude, Andrew Scott, is embarking upon the launch of a new small press comic book endeavor, Sinkhole Press.

To me, this is really amazing, but I’ll fully admit I’m less than well-versed about the world of independent comics. When I really think about it, I imagine there’s probably just as thriving a culture of small press comics as there is in the fiction/poetry/etc. genre, if not probably more thriving, especially because there’s not the divide between webcomics and print comics (at least, not to my knowledge). I don’t know. Do print comic artists have a lingering feeling of disdain for webcomic publishing?

This post is real-time making me want to have a beer with Andrew and ask him all these questions. I think I’m going to do that and post it here as an interview for the launch of the press.


Sinkhole Press is doing a Kickstarter to fund their first title, The Sinkhole Anthology. A bit about that:

The Sinkhole Anthology brings together creators—from the United States and Norway—who treasure the tradition and spirit of creator-owned, independent comics.

This will be the first release from Sinkhole Press, a boutique comic book publisher. The anthology features work by former students and graduates of the Kubert School, the creature designer and storyboard artist of the Troll Hunter film, the author of a literary short story collection (prose), the artist of the bestselling The Stuff of Legend graphic novels, and more.

So yeah. That sounds pretty baller. I backed it. The project is already fully backed, but if it sounds like rad action to you, you can still get in on it until December 27th. You can back it for $10 for a high-res PDF version of the final product, or $20 for a print edition.

Back that thing up.

SSR #3 of 15: Naked Summer

10 Jul

Single sentence review #3 of my countdown: Naked Summer by Mr. Andrew Scott! This gem has been released by Press 53!

Naked Summer reminds me how thick the mid-western summer air is, the sound of cicadas quaking in the air, the tug of burnt skin peeling off of my nose; it reminds me the land is flat and harder than cement and how it will take me where I want to go if I let it– the trouble is figuring out where to go.

SSM: “All That Water” by Andrew Scott

31 May

For the last day of Short Story Month, I’ll leave you with Andrew Scott’s “All That Water” over at Night Train. I remember first hearing Andrew read this story at Ball State. I was still a fledgling writer then just finishing my first fiction workshop, which Andrew had taught.

I still remember a couple of the writing assignments I turned in for this class: an exercise in tension/conflict where I wrote a scene of a son squaring off with his drunk step-father (ring any bells?), and my final workshop story about a guy on tour with his band in Nebraska, wondering what it all means after his brother attempted suicide.

I remember as a young writer how dramatic all my conflicts were, usually involving guns or suicide or something equally as drastic. And I remember hearing Andrew read this story of his at the class’s request on the last day, and how quiet the turn was in the story, how simple and elegant and yet how completely devastating–a father and son, the father has his news to share, the son his own.

I don’t want to ruin it for you, so I’ll just send you to the story at Night Train. Maybe I’ll treat you to a teaser.

“How are you, Dad?” Pete said. “Everything okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t look so good.”

Walter eyed Gayle and said, “Remember when we couldn’t wait for our baby to talk?”

“What does that mean?” Pete said.

“It’s just a joke. So I don’t look good?”

“You seem a little smaller.”

“It’s so like you to bring gifts,” Gayle said. Her voice, lighter than it had been in months, rose on certain words.

Julie lumbered back down the hallway as if hiking uphill. “It was her idea,” Pete said. “I’m not this thoughtful.”

“Nothing to it,” Julie said.

Gayle and Walter each opened a package. A blown glass dolphin for Gayle; for Walter, a ceramic bird figurine with a long narrow beak.

“Do you like it?” Julie asked, more to Gayle than the both of them.

“I do,” she said. “Thank you, thank you.”

Pete said, “What about you, Dad?”

Walter looked at Julie, who offered only a weak smile. She was trying; her mouth and nose seemed less beak-like than before. “It seems well-made,” he said.

This story is also included in his short story collection, Naked Summer, releasing tomorrow if you haven’t heard!