So, here we have some scans of the first five pages to Waking World: Recall, done in 2002. I used sharpies back then for pretty much everything, and these pages show it. They have faded quite a bit in the past 7 years so these scans aren't great. The white stripe in the middle of pages 2 & 3 is unfortunate, but because of my scanner it has to be there. Can you tell that I was a huge Brian Michael Bendis fan in 2002? Yeah, it's a bit talky, but I love writing dialog so deal with it. I have a partially salvaged page 6 that I may scan in soon as well. Click the pics for full size.
Waking World was a project I started in 2001. Sort of a cross between Pan's Labrynth and Blade Runner I suppose. I was listening to Haujobb's brilliant album Polarity a lot back then, and it just created these images and stories in my head. I couldn't stop myself from creating. The only problem was, I wasn't comfortable with my writing back then. I had a very detailed, page-by-page plot, but was having trouble turning that into a cohesive story. Enter Casey Faulkner.
Casey was (and still is) a great friend of mine, and a brilliant writer to boot. We had many conversations, and shared many similar interests and ideas, and I knew he was the perfect writer for this. We got together many times, and he loved my basic plot/story. He didn't try to change things, but instead added so much to it. It was my first great experience working with another person creatively. We were going to tackle the issues of racism, class-ism, white collar crime, recreational drug use, the lengths people are willing to go to protect their own, and what it means to believe in a god in this day and age, among many other things all while telling a great science fiction crime drama. I was even more excited than before! He added a prologue that amped the story up a million notches. The pages were flowing out of me like crazy.
Then one day in mid-2002 the bad news came. Casey's car was broken into and much of the work was gone. His bag and laptop were stolen. Months of work down the drain. I was truly heartbroken, as this was, and still is to this day, my favorite work. I stopped working on it almost immediately, and I've never looked back until now.
I've recently found a bunch of the character sketches though, and even a few finished pages, so I thought I'd post them here. I like the style I've grown into over the intervening years, but am astonished at the level of detail I used to employ. I don't remember the whole of the story, but the basic plot elements are still there at the back of my braino-thingy. Finding these pages has really inspired me. I've begun sketching these characters again, and am re-working the basic plot into a script so I can begin anew. Waking World may still see the light of day sometime in the near future. Stay tuned. For now, here is some old shit. Click the pics for full size, and thanks for looking.
This is the main protagonist, Lycia. She is an Elven bounty hunter/gun for hire. She is the best there is. Period. If she's looking for you, you will be found. If you run, you just make it more fun for her. She is loyal almost to a fault, but if you get on her bad side... I first penciled this in 2001, and just recently inked it. I still love those boots!
This is Lycia's best friend, and sometime lover, Lucy Gunmetal. She runs the bar The Zone where the criminals and other lowlifes hang out. She, however, is one of the good guys, always listening and feeding Lycia information. She's a tough girl with a big heart. This was done in 2002 sometime.
And here we have Lycia and Lucy together. Again from 2002. For some reason I changed Lycia's look a bit, maybe trying to make her look tougher? Now I'm not so fond of it. Also, that gun is way cheesy.
Here is a scan of a print-out of a piece I did to show off the cast. This is also from 2002. I designed the logo as well. I don't remember many of these character's names, but I remember their purposes in the story.
The guy with the gas mask thing is Lexicon, another ex-lover of Lycia, and her heaviest competition. They are still somewhat friends, as long as there is no money on the line.
The guy with the stupid looking blonde hair was a petty criminal who stumbled onto something big, and therefore became Lycia's target.
The guy with the wings is Archangel, or Archie as Lycia calls him to his chagrin. He is the big money in the upper levels of the city, and the most powerful person in this world.
The guy with the crown is the big boss of Low-town, primarily the Rotlicht. If you need anything, he will get it for you at a price, but if you cross him you'd better leave the planet.
The person with all the glowy bits is... well, I'll leave that until later.
This is an old, really bad scan of the first page. I still love this page so much, especially the cybernetic panel borders.
Well, that's it for this trip down memory lane.
I will try to get some good scans of the other pages very soon. Keep watching this space for some new stuff in the next few weeks as well. I feel my writing skills may finally be up to the challenge now, so I may have some new pages up very soon. Let me know if this is something you would be interested in seeing more of. Comments, as well as criticisms, are always appreciated and encouraging as long as they are constructive.
So, my friend Adam, who was my best friend throughout high school and long after wards, who moved to Washington to live near me, who was like a brother to me for many years, and whose family treated me like I was blood, was found dead Monday morning due to self inflicted gunshot wounds. I haven't spoken to him in 5 years, after we had a falling out and lost contact, but this news really rocked my world.
It's weird. His death hasn't really upset me, it's more the fact that everyone who moved to Washington because of me has died in the last year. I wonder if they hadn't moved, would they still be alive today? Or, would things have progressed in the same ways? Do we really die "in our time"? Is this thought process selfish? Self absorbed? Either way, Adam has left the building.
Now, I'm just left wondering. Why did he do it? Was his life in Washington so bad that he felt this was his only way out? Did his family or friends see this coming, see any signs?
Adam could really be an asshole. It's true, and he would have admitted it. He was blunt, honest, and kind of a dick. But he was also one of the most loyal and generous people I have ever known. He tried to hide it, but he was also very caring and loving with his friends. He loved his friends and family almost to a fault sometimes. He will be very missed.
The one good thing to come out of all of this is that I have somewhat reconnected with good friends I haven't seen in years. People I still care about but just haven't had a reason to contact, until now. They are asking the same questions. And nobody has any answers. But at least we have each other again.
I am a professional hermit.
I like music, cats, Dr. Who, concept albums, tacos, and swearing.
I don't like people much, though I guess they do serve a purpose.
I used to run the best comic shop you'd never been to.
I believe drinking and competitive masturbation should be Olympic sports.
I draw funny books, although they really aren't very funny. Disturbing is probably a better word. Actually, disturbing is probably better than most words. I think it's due to years of practice.
I don't believe in Canada. I hear stories of this magical place to the north, with clean streets and polite people, and it just sounds so implausible.
Are you still reading this? Wow. Good for you! You can't see it, but I'm doing a slow clap right now, just for you.
Can I go now? I really have better things to do than write this stuff. I mean, I have customers waiting for their comics as we speak. I can't keep ignoring them just for you.
Ok, um...yeah. I'm just going to...yeah. I'm going to go now. Don't let the internet hit you in the ass on your way out.