I’ve been a full-time comicbook reader since I was 13. I read my first book when I was 7 when a dog-eared copy of an issue of The Brave And The Bold came into my possession.
I’ve had many RPG publications of the superhero variety. I founded an APA about comicbooks in 1990 and a zine about them in 2007. In 2009 it won an award here in Canada. In part, a series I read in the 1990s is an influence on my novel.
With all these influences and past ones and my writing skills, you’d think I’d be a lock to write comicbooks.
You’d be wrong
I was successful with one short script, but every other I’ve tried failed.
(Many writers would only hype themselves as successful. Not me. I admit –and own — my gaffes.)
This was the year of my sole success in writing the script for a short story in a comicbook.
It was for an erotica anthology a friend asked me to contribute to.
That’s not a genre I’m comfortable writing. In fact, I’ve never been able to again.
I soldiered through, putting the smallest of adult scenes, and for the lack of a less bizarre term, I wrote a literate erotica tale.
My friend liked it. His editor… not so much. The important thing, but paid.
In 2014 I tried again. I knew very little about the steampunk genre, but I thought I had a good story idea.
I never finished it. Still haven’t. I’ve broken one of Heinlein’s Laws (finish what you start).
Maybe I’ll do better in the superhero genre since I read that a lot. I won’t try it yet, however. I have my novel and other projects to finish first.