Submit Again

In 2003, Marvel Comics established an initiative called Tsunami Comics. They released a number of series all at once, including Mystique, Runaways, Inhumans, Emma Frost, and I’m probably forgetting a few. I remember complaining at the time that it was like they were throwing a bunch of stuff at the wall to see what wouldContinue reading “Submit Again”

Stories of Christmas Past

Why do we love A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens so much? First published in 1843, this slim volume has been adapted and readapted and transformed so many times. It’s a world that has become so pliable that Mickey Mouse, Twilight Sparkle, Patrick Stewart, and George C. Scott have all taken cracks at it. (Incidentally,Continue reading “Stories of Christmas Past”

When Worlds Die

Don’t you just hate it when worlds die? I’m not talking about when planets explode in the interest of a story. Alderan is not on my mind as I type this, nor am I pondering of the post-apocalypse of Walking Dead or 13 Monkeys. I’m not even talking about the natural and writer-intended conclusion toContinue reading “When Worlds Die”

It’s Not Just Bookshelves…

Bookshelves have a certain gravity. They suck me in. The reason they suck me in? So many stories are suggested there that I cannot resist their allure. Of course, bookshelves aren’t the only things that hint at stories. When I was but a young tot, there was this show on PBS, often airing Sunday afternoons.Continue reading “It’s Not Just Bookshelves…”

Worldseed in My Hands

I hold the worldseed in my hands. It is the beginning of every story, the possibility of myriad roads through countless lands under untold stars. I hold my new child. Today I have set aside the tall, tall hat of the showman and the cigarette of the worldstore salesman. Today I am simply me, aContinue reading “Worldseed in My Hands”