May 28, 2015
Many writers like to think that everything that has been and ever will be written already exists somewhere in the great out there. They believe that a select few are capable of tapping into this vast invisible literary library. That a successful writer can look into what very may well be alternate realities and catalogue the events they witness as they transpire. Though this is a compelling theory it doesn’t hold merit for non-fiction writers.
Apparently this concept doesn’t fly too well for successful fiction writers either. Which is made evident in this quote from the master of horror Stephen King: “There is no Idea Dump, no Story Central, no Island of the Buried Bestsellers; good story ideas seem to come quite literally from nowhere, sailing at you right out of the empty sky: two previously unrelated ideas come together and make something new under the sun. Your job isn’t to find these ideas but to recognize them when they show up.”
Then again if good story ideas come “out of the sky, literally from nowhere” they could be coming from an alternate reality… right, Mr. King?
For the sake of argument (not to mention sanity) let’s just say there isn’t an exclusive otherworldly realm that writers have some mystic power to view. So then how do writers become…writers? The truth is there is no becoming—they just are! Apparently the interest or talent becomes apparent when they are younger and is usually set into motion by some mental catalyst. Such was the case with yours truly.
My desire to write spawned during the elementary school years. At that time there was no desire to become a bestselling author, award winning novelist or even a newspaper columnist… No, I began attempting to write because I didn’t like the way some tales ended and thought others had a lot more story to tell. Sadly, I lacked the skill and patience to compose anything worth reading and my brain could outrun my hand with ease. I could spin a good yarn but couldn’t get it down on paper. The talent was there, just no way to share. This issue literally plagued me for years and then came High School.
During the first week of my three year tour of duty I met Robert Sherrod. Rob had a unique and seemingly endless set of talents when it came to graphic/visual arts. He could draw pencil, ink tattoo, airbrush etc., etc. His problem was he wasn’t quite sure where or what he wanted to focus his skills on. Hmm, a writer with no way to express himself runs into an artist with not much to express…and the bartender says, Why don’t you guys do comic books? We did both share a love for comics; myself for the fast paced storytelling and he for the myriad forms of artwork. So I wrote, he drew and…nothing. We had fun, shared a lot of ideas and laughs but never produced a published work.
Life and time has passed since those early days in Mr. Whitman’s Art Class 101. Over the years on many occasions we have run into one another and have sometimes tried to rekindle the good old days. The fact remains that you can relive the glory days but you can’t live them again…or can you?
Nearly 25 years since we first met we run into each other again and I make a joke that if we didn’t do something this time around we’d be dead before the next…turns out neither of us found that too funny. So we decided to give it one last go.
Now it is with great pleasure I announce the first in a series of comics that is over two decades in the making. N.A.R.C. Comics (that’s Rob and me) will be premiering Disposable Heroes issue #1 at the Hickory Comic-Con, May 30th, 10am till 5pm at the Hickory Metro Convention Center. Disposable Heroes is the story of a pizza delivery prostitute, a rabbit with a chainsaw and aliens that like to mess with the human race. Seriously, it’s too damn originally weird to miss. So stop by and grab a copy…unless of course the printer doesn’t come through. Then you can stop by and see the two a**holes twiddling their thumbs.
Artwork this week submitted by N.A.R.C. Comics artist Rob Sherrod from the pages of DH#1.
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Hope to hear from ya, until then try and stay focused. See ya!