I think for my first post here at Superpoweredfiction.com, I should tell you a little about myself.
My name is Andrew Anderson, I write fiction, comic books, screenplays, teleplays, and now reviews and opinion pieces for this site. I am professionally published by 215ink on the comic book series “31″, which is a killer title there, among the others they put out. I’m friends with a lot of other writers and reviewers in the industry.
So the following is an excerpt from my non-fiction book I’m writing about being published. It’s not a how to book, but rather a chronicle of my journey. I think I should explain where my love of comics came from. I’m not just some random fan boy who got lucky, I actually have some sort of talent, like most of the people I have come to know and enjoy working with. Ok 99% of the people I work with.
Here is the excerpt and I look forward to hearing from you.
I’ve always loved comics. My dad got me into the medium. It was weird because he never liked sci-fi or fantasy. He was more of a realist. My dad’s bookshelf contains books like “Christianity in Crisis” and “The Shooter’s Bible”. He was more concerned with guns and Theology.
So it wasn’t until later that I realized how weird it was, when he came home from an install, He worked as a telecommunication installer for Rockwell, with a stack of comic books for me. He had stayed at a hotel that had a comic book convention in it.
I imagine it was one of those early 90′s conventions, so there must have been a slew of writers and artists who found out that the big two (D.C. And Marvel) were about to go under. Indie comics became mainstream and people could make a living off of doing conventions. Today it’s possible to do so, but very difficult.
Those early comics were the likes of “Yogi Bear”, “The Flintstones”, “The Jetsons”, and “Bugs Bunny”. I couldn’t read, but I had seen enough cartoons to be able to understand the books, just by looking at them.
This is where my love for the medium behind. I guess you could say it was love at first site. Some thing like this wouldn’t happen again until high school when I started to get into music.