Connor Coyne

You shouldn’t. Nobody should.

In Greek mythology, the mortal Sisyphus thought he was more clever than the gods.  In the afterlife, he was consigned to roll a rock up a hill, only for it to tumble down every time he approached his goal.  Nobody “should” be a writer.

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Elisabeth Blair and I are composing/editing a Gothic Funk novel to be titled Hollywood. However, it is set in Chicago.

I’m taking charge of the writing, and Lisa of the music, but we’re looking for additional collaborators. In addition to a tangible application of the “gothic funk aesthetic,” Hollywood will also be a teen noir (or at least a 20-something noir) for those of you familiar with that term… think of an episode of Veronica Mars codirected by Baz Luhrman and David Lynch. It will also be a hypertext novel a la Judd Morrissey, Shelley Jackson, and John Cayley.

Let me know if you’re interested in contributing writing (or something else) to this piece, or if you’re interested in more details.

It isn’t a paying gig, but you will get credit for publication via the Internets.

Thanks,

Connor Coyne

Check out this short article I wrote for Bookish.us:

The Decline and Fall of Cosmo Dogood’s Urban Almanac.

Today!

Details at the Tuesday Funk Website.

Check out my nerdy essay on punctuation, spacing, and text-justification at bookish us.