I once had a career in comic book writing, when I was six. I was prolific and popular ~ especially with my little friends. But this all ended when my parents were called into the principal’s office for a child welfare check…
Let’s back up a bit, but not much. When I was six I could read, and write, and draw, and I decided to do all of the above. I had a comic book series about a girl named Maxi. And… yes. Yes, I did get that name from the side of my mom’s maxi pad package… Hey, I was six.
Anyway, Maxi was a young girl and got into many fun adventures. But then things started getting stale, and I set Maxi aside. I wanted to write more compelling comics.
So I started writing action comics.
It was always a lot of gun fighting and at the end someone got rescued. It was a pretty simple formula that always worked.
My most famous (or infamous) story was a comic that can only be described as “fit for Law and Order SVU.”
BUT HEAR ME OUT! A bit of a spoiler, but the lady is rescued before anything happens.
So my comic gets passed around. The action scenes and character arcs were just too compelling! Or, maybe it was the fact that this particular comic was the first to feature bared breasts…
My teacher especially loved the story. I knew that, because she wanted to talk to me privately about it.
“Do you see this type of thing in your home a lot?” the teacher asked, pointing at the gun fight scene.
“Yep,” I said.
I mean, I did… on TV.
Not a day later, I was in the principal’s office with my mother and step father, both who were sweating profusely. The comic book was pulled out. I think, “They love it!” I felt like a star 🌟
But what happened next was that the star hurled down to earth, shattering my heart to pieces 🌠
They didn’t like my comic. They thought I was in danger at home, or troubled. My parents had to explain AND APOLOGIZE for my imagination. And worst of all…
I was not allowed to write action comics anymore.
The Aftermath and my Missed Opportunity to Write for Law and Order SVU at the Age of Six.
To be honest, I didn’t know what I had done wrong. I thought I had written a movie! It had a kidnapping, a hero blasting his way through, action, romance, and a daring rescue. And boobies!
None of this seemed to matter to the adults, and I was too young to vocalize why I had drawn that comic. And I got into a lot of trouble, so…
I never did draw again. Even Maxi didn’t make a comeback.
It would be years before I had the heart to write again. I started writing pre-teen angst poetry, inspired by these little religious poetry books we got in the mail. I hadn’t drawn in years, so I lost interest in that part of storytelling, but I found a new joy in telling stories through writing alone.
I began to write stories within poetry, and then short stories.
Around age fourteen, I wrote my first short story inspired by John Steinbeck’s The Pearl and other ironic works. It was called The Rings and I recently published it! You can check it out free on Nook or Smashwords (and other ebook stores).
And when I was sixteen, I was out in the world, on my own. I was too busy trying to survive to care what people thought of me, so I wrote and wrote without paying any mind to criticism. In 2011, I started self-publishing.
So here I am now 🙂
I no longer write action, but maybe if Dick Wolf is interested, I could make an exception 😉
Do you have a story of how or why you started writing? Share with us in the comment or on your own blog post, I’d love to hear YOUR story! ❤️
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