Hello readers. For a long time now, we have been teasing you with hints about an exciting publishing project that we did not have permission to talk about on the blog. The fact remains that we still don’t have permission to write about it on the blog but that we do have permission to talk about it with a reporter from the New York Times. We exercised this permission and the result is a post about our new project on the Times’ Paper Cuts blog. If you are curious, head over there to read all about it.
As for you fine people who came here from Paper Cuts, hello. I can offer three avenues if you want to know more about us:
Option one: Read on. This blog is a chronicle of our lives and adventures in book making, child rearing, and barn living. The entry below provides ample evidence of why Robbi draws the pictures and I stick to the writing. For a more concentrated look, here’s a post that talks generally about who we are and what we do.
Option two: Award-winning nonfiction writer Joshua Wolf Shenk recently wrote a four-part series on our collaboration for Slate.com as part of his much larger examination of creative pairs and how they function. He basically used us as human guinea pigs in his attempt to explore what makes successful collaboration work. Highlights of this grueling process included an hour on the psychoanalyst’s couch and a two-day visit to our barn/home by a Feng Shui master.
Option three: (especially if you are a publisher or award-winning journalist) you can download our press kit then promptly hire us to write a critically acclaimed blockbuster or feature us on the cover of your magazine.
Love,
The Idiots





Congrats on your exciting gig! Sounds like endless potential for fun.
Will you get a chance to flesh out new superheroes? Cuz, I quite like the idea of Burrito Power.
Clare:
No new superheroes. There are quite enough already. As for Burrito Power, I unleashed it yesterday by piling Alden and Kato into the car and driving to Annapolis, where the nearest Chipotle happens to be.
It was worth every single mile.
Matthew