With my script coming together I want to talk a little more about the world I’m trying to establish in Not to Scale: I’m aware I haven’t really delineated it to you, so here’s an encapsulation of the world Rax inhabits.
Some time back, I mentioned an interest I’d had in making my own webcomic, Not to Scale: a story about dragons and humans coexisting in the modern world. I wanted to flesh this idea out and consider how it might be made a little more interesting.
As one of those artsy-fartsy creative types I’m always having ideas for stories: I suspect most people do, at one point or another. On a good day ideas come off you like sparks from a flywheel, and in my youth I created elaborate worlds I hoped to bring to life one day. I wanted to be an author, and my modest success with creative writing in school only reinforced that idea.
Fresh out of university and I’ve landed a job! I’m pleased to report I’m now working as a copywriter for Electric, a graphic design and marketing agency in Leeds.
You’ll have to pardon the rather terrible title, but I wanted to share with you one of the more intriguing (and gruelling) parts of my degree: the monster every Lit student must face. A dissertation. I’m happy to report I’m nearing the end of it at long last, and I bring it up as it’s about- what else!- comics. Or graphic novels, I suppose. It lends that extra layer of legitimacy to the project.
Comics are a great way to approach many different subjects and styles of storytelling, but they aren’t just an exploration of genre: they’re an exploration of form. I think it’d be very interesting to see just how people get turned on to comics: for the older generation, was it the likes of Garfield, or Calvin and Hobbes? Or maybe Spider-Man and his Marvel brothers-in-arms opened the door. Perhaps, like me, it was the tangential media like the films or video games that pointed the way.
For others still, it might be webcomics, and while they weren’t the starting point for me, they’ve been with me for a long time.
As I mentioned last time, writing has been as big a part of my life as reading has. I wrote poems at school for writing exercises, and when history lessons and other events demanded it. A poem on racial inequality I whipped up in five minutes received a glowing reception from my teacher at the time.
I’m not sure what to make of that, really.
How’s it going? The name’s Jonathan Kennedy, and I’ve decided to start a blog about one of my new, emerging interests. It’s a medium of expression that’s often ridiculed for its subject matter, dismissed for its immaturity and fiercely defended by its practitioners. It’s comics, graphic novels and everything in between.
Come back! Hear me out: in fact, let me tell you a story.