A recent post over at Dr. Jeff Hodges's blog, Gypsy Scholar, reminds me of a drawing I did back in the 1990s to illustrate one of my own short stories, "Little Billy in Hell," which appears as the final short in my nasty collection of verbal filth, Scary Spasms in Hairy Chasms: A Panoply of Paeans to Putrescence and a Cornucopia of Corrosive Coprophilia (from which this blog gets its name... though listed on Amazon, the book is no longer sold there).
I've thought about re-publishing my old humor collection directly through Amazon's print-on-demand service, and I've also considered converting it to e-book form, which means I could sell it for cheap (you really shouldn't have to pay much for bathroom humor). After that, I'd like to put out a sequel, of sorts—a collection culled from the humorous poems, stories, and essays I've written on this blog, with some of my favorite tweets off Twitter sprinkled in. Once I settle into my new job, that's one of the ways I hope to spend my free time: churning out books. I've had this motivation for years, but maybe Young Chun has inspired me of late.