An Easy Descent
Summer is here and, like most transitions, I have bumped along the road of so many assumptions that I arrived at my destination late. I missed my post last week and a day late this week because schools out, the children stay up late, wake late, and remain restless all day. The time to stamp out a post on anything, well, is short.
But, nevertheless, I made it.
This week I am few on words and long on pictures. I have teased myself quit awhile with the opportunity to write/draw a noir-ish detective story like so many of my favorite writers. My character, Rick O’Shea (a horrible homonym that I enjoy all the same), is my detective and this story his first case you (the reader) and I (the writer) bear witness to.
I have outlined most of the story, written only a few pages, and drawn just one. My reasoning for posting the one page now, as opposed to waiting until closer to completion, is twofold. First, I just need to do it. I sat and contrived the story and characters a number of times, over the past several years, and never pull the trigger. Maybe fear or timidity kept me from sharing or, perhaps, just perfectionism stood in the way. After cancer, little seems precious to me in the light of my life and relationships. Perfectionism is no longer a goal and timidity a small hobgoblin to step over.
Second, this is an experiment. I’m not a writer, but an admirer of writers. I do not expect this to rise to level of classic or, even, competent storytelling. Consequently, I hope for interaction, input, and criticism. This is an opportunity to learn and improve as an artist by putting on the habit of a writer. I enjoy stories of all kinds and variations. Mine and your life, itself, spools out like a tangle of knotted, unruly threads that, gathered together, create a rich tapestry of the human story. How better to learn than to try?
The title is The Easy Descent. I hope you enjoy.