I am not a writer by any means. I am a story creator. I have a very deep well full of thought provoking fantasies, and I often drop my bucket into that well, pulling out complete stories at my leisure. I’ve tried to form those stories into meaningful prose, but alas, my efforts have ended in failure for one reason or another.
“The Cards” happens to be a relatively new story for me. An urge to create a story based on children and playing cards has plagued me for five years, after I seeing an artist’s rendition of a magical deck of cards flying from a child’s hands. For some reason, this depiction seized my creative motivation, but I was able to formulate a storyline for this concept until eighteen months ago.
When the storyline hit me, it was like the spark of life that became the universe; ideas instantaneously exploded like the big bang and viola! “The Cards” was born. By the end of the week, I had, what I considered, a full fledged storyline.
I wrote, well, I typed words in the form of a script (remember, I’m not a writer) the first web comic in one night. At the time of “The Cards” inception, my company, since disbanded, was targeting web comics as the media of choice to present our stories to the world. We were intent on publishing and winning a DC Comics web comic competition promoted via DC’s Zuda.com. We had entered one of our other stories, “World of Chi”, which ended up in fourth place, leaving my competitive juices unsatisfied, and while the illustrations were outstanding, the writing was… less than desirable. My fault since I was the writer.