I've recently started listening to a podcast about how a bunch of professional comic creators got their start in the industry and thought that if I ever get to the point where I get interviewed for something like that, I'm going to have an interesting story. So you, my faithful readers, are going to get a sneak peek.
Let's rewind back to 2011. Picture the same me you know now, but less of a writer and more of a says-I'm-a-writer. Beginning of the calendar year, I have a girlfriend. I think it'll last. She doesn't agree. End of January through May, this doesn't leave me a lot to do but pine.
So in May, I find out there's this event every year called Free Comic Book Day (It's the first Saturday in May every year, for those wondering). I stroll into my friendly local comic book store because I like this concept of free stuff and I figure while I'm there, I might as well pay for something too. Because I don't want to look like a leech who just wants free stuff. Even though that's just what I was.
Now my memory's a little bit bad here (which explains why I'm taking the time to write this down now, so I don't forget even more about the story later), but I believe the first issue I decided to pick up was Justice League #1 of DC's New 52. I may have picked up Batman #1 while I was there as well.
Looking at my comic collection now, you wouldn't know I had started reading pretty exclusively DC. They had #1s right there on the shelf while all the Marvel books were in the double or triple digits. The world of DC just seemed easier to crack at the time.
From there, I hit a time in my history with comics that I'm not proud of. To understand it, you have to know a few things about me. 1. I don't recover from break-ups quickly. This part you know if you've visited this blog more than once. 2. I tend to have a bit of an obsessive personality. It's also important to know that 1 can inform 2, and even amplify it.
So, here I was with this newfound source of fun and a lot of sadness I don't know what to do with. So what do I do? I try to stifle it with comics, of course. Reading comics becomes collecting comics and I find myself buying quite a few of them just to "complete collections", whatever that means. It's not like I was buying anything rare or expensive, but I found myself buying stuff less to read it than to just have it.
And that's Part 1 of the story. Come back on Wednesday for the rest!