Writing is and always has been my first art form. Some of my earliest memories were of me typing away on the computer nonsensical orderings of letters on a Microsoft Word Document, hitting print and then running to my mother with the freshly printed page telling her it was a message that I had received from some made up person I had created in my head.
Needless to say, I was something of a story teller.
I loved telling stories. And while it took me a while to really delve into ‘reading for fun’, eventually I got there. I read books about Titanic and Apollo 13. I read mystery novels like Nancy Drew, and classics from Mark Twain and William Shakespeare. From there, I discovered other forms of media with story telling aspects, such as video games and movies. I don’t know if I really started to connect the importance of stories in my life though until I hit the dreaded Middle School Age.
Middle School probably contained some of the worst years of my life (similar to most people I’m sure). Though for me, it was compounded by personal family issues occurring at the time as well. In an attempt to disassociate myself from the chaos around me, I began to dive into books, tv shows, and more specifically: Comic Books.
My fascination with Comics grew out of a love for the original Teen Titans cartoon show that ran on Cartoon Network from 2003-2006. I remember flipping channels and catching the end of the episode “Masks” and thinking ‘Wow, that wasn’t necessarily a happy ending’. As I continued to watch, I began to love the more serious elements, such as the highs and lows in life, the struggle to get through things and the ultimate joy that came from recognizing what was most important to you. Wanting to see where the Titans’ fearless leader got his stuff from, I went to see “Batman Begins” and from there on, there was no stopping it.