A post from my Marvel blog of long ago, this one detailing how I still read a ton of comics regardless of working in the industry.
There’s no other way to put it; I am addicted to comics.
I spent the first half of last week locked in a big ol’ room for between eight and ten hours at a stretch, pounding out the future of the Marvel Universe. This all sounds like fun, but it’s also a pressure cooker situation, especially when you have so many strongly opinionated people arguing the minutia of whether Brother Voodoo’s name sounds dated and hokey, or whether anybody knows that there were other undersea kingdoms besides Atlantis. Add on top of that evenings filled with dinners and get-togethers with those selfsame people, and it can all become exceedingly grueling.
We finished up by around 4:00 on Wednesday, just in enough time for me to come back to the office and try to dig through the previous three days’ worth of work, including the final preparations for sending SECRET INVASION #8 to the printer. Totally exhausted, I did another three and a half hours of work, everything from proofing over lettering to answering e-mails and composing planning documents. By the time I stepped foot out of the building, I was completely beat, and ready to go home and collapse.
But first, I went down the block to Jim Hanley’s Universe to pick up that week’s new books.
I can’t help it; that’s just the way I’m programmed after so many years of making that weekly trek. I won’t wait the extra day if I can at all avoid it—even if the stuff I’m picking up isn’t going to get read until the weekend. And I read and buy far more of it that is generally considered healthy. Why is that? I don’t know. There’s just something about the form that intrigues me, that keeps me coming back. And with the tremendous variety of material that’s now available, there’s something new to pick up just about every week—I can’t recall the last time a Wednesday went by when I didn’t walk out of the shop with at least something. And that’s on top of the weekly comp bundle I get.
My younger self would be appalled by how many comics I have sitting around waiting to be read. In my younger days, new comic day (which was Friday at that time) was an event. I’d pick up a paycheck, motor over to the local store, stock up on the new books, then spend a decent portion of the evening reading through them. It was rare that anything survived Friday unread, but even then, by the time the weekend was done, so were all of the comics. But now, I just have more to read than I can handle, and it continues to stack up, despite my best efforts. I’m a very fast reader, but that still hasn’t kept me from falling months verging on years behind in keeping up with certain titles.
So why do I continue to seek out new books, new stuff to add onto the top of that stack? It’s an addiction.
SECRET INVASION #8 is off to the printer, by the way, so the Invasion is officially over! (Can’t show you the last panel, like I did with CIVIL WAR, since it’d give something away—you’ll just need to take my word for it.)