Where does one start with these things? I guess with the dinosaurs.
Then they became oil, which humans made into gasoline so my mom could drive me to Comics Carnival in Indianapolis, IN. This was when I was 11 I think. I had been given a few comics prior to that time, but those consistent disappointed me as the covers were awesome and the interiors awful. Somehow I got hooked on X-Force, it was likely issue #6. Young Gren was in awe of the awesome sword dude fighting a pterodactyl guy, and the inside art was more of the same!
So I was now heading over to the shop at least once a month the pick up X-Force and others from there. Spawn came next, because everyone was reading that then. These books set a high standard of art and writing for anything else to live up to at that time. And it wasn’t long after I started reading this that I was interested in creating my own. I wasn’t too bad at copying art at that time but I wasn’t figuring out how to really create anything.
A few years later at high school in Fort Worth, TX my best friend and I started talking about making our own comic book. It was an idea a 15 year old would have, a Tank Girl ripoff, so creatively titled Ms. Bitch, with mutant sharks. He did some not bad drawings, I created a background story. We got a few pages done, then went back to playing in bands.
I finished high school at 17 and couldn’t decide on what I wanted to do at college. My parents were fine with me taking time to figure out before starting. So I worked and played in bands and floated from interest to interest. I kept coming back to the idea of writing as a way to bring it all together. But I didn’t see sense in college courses for writing (because I was kind of stupid). When I finally did go back to college for a while it was for sociology because while I was interested in writing what I was really interested in people. In all people as a mass, their motivations, their ideas, and how they all differed so much.
Still never finished that degree. I think I went back to being in a band and photography and writing. I had that novel I was going to write, and the photo comic I would do. Then I actually found some people self publishing comic books. A hyper talented artist, Christopher Hutton, and I drew out our part of a co-op comic book. This was in 2000 so everything had to be done old school in our minds. We hand lettered the story even, then printed up a thousand or more of a book no one wanted to read and none of us knew how to sell. We held off from putting out part 2 of Corporate Bastard, and I flitted to other interests again.
Life rolled on making me think I should write more dramatic pieces that I could have drawn first-hand knowledge for, but that type of writing is far harder than it seems. There, one walks a fine line between boring and pretentious. Some time in my mid-20’s I was certain I wanted to work on the writing side of comics, that was for sure. So I had to start learning how to do it well. But if you have never written anything professionally before, competent artists fear wasting their time with you. Truly then I didn’t know how to give an artist enough to work with to create a story either.
After attempts, and a few partial screenplays I realized there was this style of art I could do, if I imagined all the characters as puppets. See, I understand puppet mechanics, how they move 3-dimensionally. And I realized that the premise (and the title) for Corporate Bastard were still quite good. And these were a good match. So I took everything I had learned from watching real artists work and started making a comic book.
It has been hard work, but hugely rewarding. Corporate Bastard #1 has been out since May 2012 and every time says they’ve read my comic or want to buy one, I am still overjoyed. I don’t know how or when that will disapate. Maybe never, and I’m fine with that.
I have multiple projects in the works now and I know how to present my ideas to artists and editors.
Still a lot to learn about websites though.