Bad Dog Books is fairly successful. More than fairly. Still, is it fair for the editor-in-chief of a cutting-edge publishing house for the furry fandom to rake in the money made on books and sink it into a project to satisfy himself?

There was a time when all my creative energy went into writing.
From that period spawned, among other things, the story series Maranatha, which, you know, was simply fabulous. Terrifically popular on Yiffstar. It was longer than most of the Potter books by the time I quit it.

I say ‘quit’ because it was, unfortunately, never finished. One hundred and ninety thousand words, hundreds of readers, and it couldn’t be finished. Was it writer’s block? Was it loss of interest? Was it distraction by other projects?

No. It was my bloody fingers. Years of furious writing finally resulted in enough nerve and tendon stress to cause some substantial pain in the primary fingers of my right hand, and for reasons of health, I elected to quit writing and turn my attention elsewhere.

This led, of course, to Bad Dog Books. Together with Ben Goodridge and now also Cinnamon I set out to provide a print publication to showcase the finest works of furry fiction from talented amateur and semiprofessional authors: the erotic FANG and the wide-audience ROAR anthologies of furry fiction were the results.

Still. Maranatha’s unfinished status gnawed at me. And my fingers, while the pain was much less frequent, did itch

So... might as well do a comic, huh?