This weekend I took a break from writing to work on another project. Something I haven’t done in a while that needed my attention. Organizing my comic book collection.
Comic books sparked my imagination and set me on my path of writing. While I started writing later than most the seeds were planted way back in my seven year old brain. Sorting through my comics is a kind of relaxing meditation.
First I work on putting everything in alphabetical order then in numerical order. It’s very satisfying seeing my collection neatly cataloged.
Many people collect comics in the hopes of turning them around for a profit. The majority of my collection is from the 90’s. The comic book industry flooded the market with gimmicky or variant covers so people would buy multiple copies. I was one of the suckers who fell for it. I still loved the stories being told but there are still so many of them out there it’ll be 100 years until they might be worth something.
I do have a few jems in my possession. I have an Uncanny X-Men comic from 1990 my friend bought me. And a Batman Adventures with the first appearance of Harley Quinn. The true value of my comics is sentimental. I can pick up almost any of them and remember what I was doing back then. Those memories are priceless.
I’m going to have a lot of free time over the next few holiday weeks to work on my writing, but this was a nice diversion. One that helps me reconnect with my past and the inspiration for my WIP.
I hope everyone has a merry Christmas and a restful holiday.