HINDSIGHT 2020 Or: how I learned to stop worrying and enjoy the process

Four years ago I started this blog. A few months after that, it was abandoned. Why? Because I was using it to promote a creative works for which – in all honesty – I no longer cared. But here I am. Four years later and giving it another go.

What’s changed? Mostly, everything.

I used to draw comics.

That’s a tough thing to say. I mean, yeah, its true. But putting it in the past tense like that, admitting that it’s something that I no longer do. Its tough.

Thing is, I love comics. I do. It’s a fantastic medium and when I first started making them I had a blast. I met a lot of really cool fellow-comic-makers and had some amazing friendships come out of it. But a time came when I no longer got any pleasure from the act of making them. I still draw here and there. I even paint occasionally. But sitting down, committing to the endless hours required to churn out a comic sounds like a living nightmare.

When I started this blog four years ago, I was spending far too much of my time going through the motions of a person who aspired to be a “real” comics artist. Then, I quit. It wasn’t a conscious decision to quit; I just stopped.

But my passion to create never abated. I continued making notes for stories. I wrote scripts. A short story here and there. An outline or two.

Then one day while cleaning out my closet, I found a manuscript I’d written for NaNoWriMo way way back in 2008. I read it.

It sucked.

But thing was, I realized, I had enjoyed writing it and prospect of rewriting it filled me not with dread but excitement.

Oh shit, I thought, am I a writer? Maybe not a great writer. Maybe not even a good one. But I’ll be goddamned if I don’t enjoy it.

So, since finding that old manuscript, I’ve written a novella and now I’m 60k words into a novel.

So here I go, writing.

LEERA (2013)

A few years ago I had an idea for a novel. It was an epic sci-fi post-apocalyptic time travel story that – done the way I had originally imagined – would have taken at least a few hundred pages.  However, I was already knee deep into my work on AGARA and the thought of diving into another huge project was not appealing. Well, that and the fact that I’d long given up on the idea of writing prose fiction. Why? I don’t know. Confidence, maybe.Really though, it had a lot to do with my own mental state at the time. Constant panic attacks are not good for big projects. Especially ones that necessitate a lengthy revising process.

So I decided to make an experiment of it and challenge myself to distill it down to its most essential elements and tell the story as quick as possible. The result was an 11 page future-shocker  comic somewhat reminiscent  of Golden Age adventure comics of the 1930s and 40s. It wound up being printed in a British anthology  but -until now- never made its way onto the internet.

Maybe one day I’ll go back and flesh it out. Make it something more substantial. In the mean time, here it is.

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