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There may be things happening with the job I want! Thus, haven't been around much. Wish me luck!
Re: this post's subject--I haven't talked about it much on this journal because it's mostly been about my writing in the last year, which has mostly been my novels, with a few side-steps into short stories. The thing is, I am into just about every medium (except poetry . . . except I like epic poetry and iambic pentameter, so whatever).
I love comics and tv and movies and musicals and plays, although I've found theatre isn't my strong suit. I write everything, depending on the medium the story wants to be in. Sometimes, I've had stories not work until I switched media (I once wrote a short story that sucked until I turned it into the script for a short comic, which was subsequently published in one of Knox's lit mags, Catch--the college's longest-running lit mag, which has won awards, though I'm biased toward the Quiver collection of online genre mags--I did co-found them, I'm allowed to play favorites. Anyway. Tangent, wow). I miss writing scripts, even though I had sound reasons for focusing on my novels for the last year.
( Me and Comics )
The reason I'm waxing poetic about comic books today is because I pulled my whole collection out of its boxes this evening in an attempt to bring it under some kind of order.
( Organizing comic books is not, actually, easy. )
As a result (and the actual point of this whole rambling mess), I am sitting in a room with comics all over the floor. They're in neat stacks, organized by publisher-title-chronology, but still.
I feel a bit like I've let the stories out of their boxes, for a little while. Astro City and Young Justice, Static and Excalibur, A Distant Soil and Elfquest--superheroes, wolfriders, aliens and psychics. These are the words and images that have spoken to me, and it's good for me to see and remember them. Sometimes I forget.
They renew my sense of wonder.
Re: this post's subject--I haven't talked about it much on this journal because it's mostly been about my writing in the last year, which has mostly been my novels, with a few side-steps into short stories. The thing is, I am into just about every medium (except poetry . . . except I like epic poetry and iambic pentameter, so whatever).
I love comics and tv and movies and musicals and plays, although I've found theatre isn't my strong suit. I write everything, depending on the medium the story wants to be in. Sometimes, I've had stories not work until I switched media (I once wrote a short story that sucked until I turned it into the script for a short comic, which was subsequently published in one of Knox's lit mags, Catch--the college's longest-running lit mag, which has won awards, though I'm biased toward the Quiver collection of online genre mags--I did co-found them, I'm allowed to play favorites. Anyway. Tangent, wow). I miss writing scripts, even though I had sound reasons for focusing on my novels for the last year.
( Me and Comics )
The reason I'm waxing poetic about comic books today is because I pulled my whole collection out of its boxes this evening in an attempt to bring it under some kind of order.
( Organizing comic books is not, actually, easy. )
As a result (and the actual point of this whole rambling mess), I am sitting in a room with comics all over the floor. They're in neat stacks, organized by publisher-title-chronology, but still.
I feel a bit like I've let the stories out of their boxes, for a little while. Astro City and Young Justice, Static and Excalibur, A Distant Soil and Elfquest--superheroes, wolfriders, aliens and psychics. These are the words and images that have spoken to me, and it's good for me to see and remember them. Sometimes I forget.
They renew my sense of wonder.