I’m on a kick, it seems. I can’t so much as walk into a comic book shop without buying anything. Yesterday, I only went to Myth Adventures to buy a new box. Maybe I should invest in a larger one. No matter, the guy who owns the joint told me that he only had small boxes. Just as well. I have space to put small boxes. No place for anything bigger. Longer, anyway.
I skipped passed the checkout counter, heading straight for the new book table. Glee almighty, indeed. I picked up two new titles (The Wicked + The Divine and Trees, both from Image Comics); a variant cover of Harley Quinn #7, and issues one and two of Mark Millar’s MPH. Variant covers of both The Wicked + The Divine (two) and MPH #2.
It’s all culminating towards something bigger. And I’m not talking about a collection. El Senor stopped by the library a few weekends ago. He’d come up with a story idea, but didn’t know how to go about it. “It sounds like something that would work better in parts, and not a traditional novel.”
So I set off to write it for him (because that’s what I do when I can’t come up with anything on my own). It’s not the first time that I venture into writing for comics. However, this is the first time that I have artists at my disposal. (Okay, they’re not at my disposal.)
Of course, the research for this book will be extensive. And it will involve a lot about reading, of course. So there might be an influx of posts on various subjects here. Especially when I find something interesting. I hope I can focus on this one goal instead of branching off into other ideas like I’m wont to do. If I can’t, I think it’s time to look into seeing someone for attention deficit disorder.
Before I spill the beans on what the project involves, let’s move back to the original subject at hand. I haven’t picked up MPH or Trees, yet. At the moment, I’m far behind on Harley Quinn, too. I did read the issue of The Wicked + The Divine. An interesting little tale about how twelve gods become human only to die within two years. The first pages alone had me hooked. The art drew me in; the writing locked me down. It’s a must read for anyone who’s getting tired of superhero tales.
I can’t find a subscription option on Heavy Ink, so Myth Adventures just may have to be my go to source. Until next time, I suppose, keep on huntin’.
Chapin City Blues 