I am Raven Mack and I write stuff that is hard to explain. You could call it creative non-fiction perhaps, but it's also full of too much spiritual speculation and metaphysical gibberish to technically be that. You could call it off-beat fiction, but it's too damn real to technically be that. But it is what it is, and anyone who has followed my writing knows what to expect - insightful insanity. It is back roads degeneracy with too many religious studies classes from college stirred in on top. It is - to put it simply - Enlightened Degeneracy (a much better E.D. to suffer from). From my old zines (most notably The Confederate Mack but also many others such as Warship Say 10, The Gringo Manifesto, 12-Pack Adventure) to my internet dabblings (most notably at www.rojonekku.com, but also www.armchairlinebacker.com, the now defunct Confederate Mack site, and many other odds and ends mostly under "Raven Mack") to the Football Metaphysics for Enlightened Degenerates e-book to whatever the hell else it is I do, I always bring the entertaining and thoughtful chaos to the word clusters.
I've struggled to feel comfortable with the digital realm of writing and publishing, and writers and publishers, so I am going back to simple zines. And in this case, really simple - each issue of One Thousand Feathers will be a single double-sided 11x17 sheet, folded up all letter style, with somewhat microscopic print (never smaller than 8 on the font scale) to squeeze 4000 to 8000 words onto that single sheet. Additionally, in the beginning, each issue will follow an alternate name as well, which will help define its content (for example, One Thousand Feathers alternately named J.J. Krupert will be about music for the most part, or ones alternately named Recession Proof will be straight up short fiction). One Thousand Feathers has always been an pseudonym of mine, a variation on my old 1000 Aliases rapping name that came about one way or the other, so I have decided as I am about to turn 40, and really am no closer to being my generation's voice than I was ten years ago, or even 20, I might as well just lay out these single page zines, one feather at a time. The tentative plan is to do a thousand, but that seems crazy. And it makes perfect sense at the same time.
Risks and challenges
The challenge in doing this - at my advanced age - is I have a bunch of children. Money does not flow as freely through my grip as it did when I had no other people to take care of. Being I have successfully been guilt-tripped into not applying for food stamps by a financially judgmental culture, spending money on printing zines literally takes food off the table. Even after shopping around, the best local hook-up on printing even these limited runs of 500 of a single 11x17 sheet is going to run about $90 per issue, plus postage (zines can be mailed two per envelope with a single stamp).
Writing is not a problem. I could write 5000 words about anything, and make it fun, for myself and you. Count on that. Issues one and two are already done and just need funding to be printed. Issues three and four are mid-stream. I should have the first five issues all done by Christmas. With funding, they can all be printed and ready for mailing. But in the off-chance what I'm forced to do in life gets in the way of what I'm trying to do with life, there's little doubt at least the first five issues would be done by February. With your support though, I'd expect it to be filling your mailbox far sooner though.
One thing to remember though is this - in essence - is a string of firecrackers a thousand long - at least that is the hope. Your support is helping light that first firecracker, which feeds the second, and so on. Support at reward levels will get you copies of what is produced, but not at public cost obviously. And support below those reward levels won't get you copies in return. It is my hope to initiate a new phase of self-publishing in my life, that will carry me into old age - a thousand of these certainly promises that nearly impossible possibility. Your support helps light that string up. I have the explosively entertaining rhymestyle in my head naturally - I just need a little flame to set it off.
- (24 days)