September 26, 2012 by musehick
I don’t know if this happens to other writers, but I often find that the first chapter of anything that I write seems to be much weirder than anything that follows … it is almost as if that first foray into a new world downloads something in its pure state. A compressed bundle of information that then has to be decompressed across the following narrative, and depending on how weird that first chapter really is, the strangeness of the rest of the work is determined from there.
I am recharging at the moment – stepping back from producing quite so much of my own work for a second and reading other people’s work. I am deep into a new reading of DMZ by Brian Wood, and am reacquainting myself with the artwork of Shaky Kane, someone I loved back in the days of Revolver and 2000ad, by reading The Bulletproof Coffin.
I am itching to draw a comic again – I used to do it a lot. I don’t know how much of that early work is surviving, but it was a great way to learn plotting and pacing. I am also really trying to capture the real weirdness of a sci-fi potentiality that keeps whispering in my ear. I will get there.