“If things in the world actually looked like they did when I drew them, we would live in a terrifying place,” she jokes of her early creations. Her mom offered pens and rolls of butcher paper. Living in the sticks 10 miles from town, Brosh was forced to entertain herself. “I was sort of a wild animal, forest child.” “I would get up at six o’clock in the morning and walk around the forest and try to find deer,” she says. Her small-town upbringing-first in Auburn, California later near Sandpoint, Idaho-gave her space to “be a little bit weirder” growing up. The book deal was a longtime dream: Brosh had resolved to become an author at age eight, filling three spiral-bound notebooks with a saga about a guy who fights various things.
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