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I’ve always loved the idea of secret libraries. There’s something I find irresistibly mysterious about a storehouse of lost or hidden knowledge. I think sometimes old bookstores have that feeling. The clutter and the dusty smell of old books makes me feel like the shelves are stocked with the unknown. I never know what treasure I might uncover. What lost book, unappreciated in my time, I could breathe new life into, if only I could locate it among the other tomes.

Thinking on it, part of the appeal might be that used bookstores remind me of my grandmother’s attic. My grandmother lived in middle-of-nowhere Kansas (the part where the wind blows all the time, Main Street is the ONLY street in town, and the population of the elderly far outweighs that of the youth) and any trip we took out there was defined by boredom. That is, until I chanced to discover a trove of ancient Spider-man, Fantastic Four, and Mad Magazines that had belonged to my uncle in times long past. Those comics became my escape from the hot and dusty doldrums of our family visits, and fed the growing fires in my heart for comics as a storytelling medium. I would read and re-read them each time I was there. It was a secret library of comic lore.

What secret treasure troves have you uncovered?

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I was cleaning out my mom’s sewing room to make space for me to stay for a few weeks, and I discovered a stack of weekly planners. It turns out my dad has been making daily notes in weekly planners for each year for the last 30 or 40 years. I brought over the decade I’d found and we flipped through them together. It was fun to compare our memories with his documentation. His notes range all over from pedestrian work notes to his thoughts from that day. It’s inspired me to start keeping my only weekly planner.

Dun dun dun!

When my dad cleaned out a crawl space in our attic a few years ago, he found a bunch of books from my middle school years. I remember being really confused because I was missing the last book in a series, and I couldn’t remember ever rereading after I bought it. Turns out he just shoved a whole box of my books up there for some reason and then forgot about them.

Lessee: A couple of years after my folks split, I was clearing out the back bedroom that has been my dad’s office. My curiosity was peaked by a pair of really long, skinny boxes buried deep in the closet, and I spent a good half hour digging through other stuff to be able to pull them out. And can you guess what was in them?
The truly massive collection of X-Men my dad kept for years and years before I came along. Never having seen them before, I proceeded to read the entire assemblage. Took several weeks, what with school and all, but by the end I had developed a ravenous appetite for comicbooks. Other titles have since taken my preference, but it is nice to have a little piece of his past that’s actually pleasant for my dad to remember and talk about.

Also: I get the feeling those monks should be very worried right about now…

I never really had an experience like that, tough I guess the local library had an element of that too it. Looking through boxes of old Magic: The Gathering cards at game shops is also similar.
If I ever get enough money to build whatever kind of house I want I’m putting secret passages in there and creating that sense of discovery for my kids.

Awkwardly enough, rereading this comic I came across comments I wrote the last time I read it – giving me an insight into the person I was back then. It was incredible and really insightful.

I’ve had that experience on things too. Sometimes it’s a little cringe-worthy to see an opinion that I’ve had in the past and now find so…ignorant, I guess. Although, as you mentioned in a previous comment, we all start ignorant. At least I’ve learned.

Oh god I’ve been there. I cringe at the image of who I was in middle school – but I think we’re all awful in middle school. It’s, like you said, and I said, and lots of epople said, the ones who don’t ever mentally leave middle school that are the problem.

Um. Just the second time? Disquieting.

*grins an evil writer’s grin*

Indeed. Incidentally, having never left comments before, I hope you won’t mind my thanking you for this. Leylines is really excellent. I happened to find it some years ago when only the first few chapters were up, and liked it, but got rather lost (my own fault for not following the well-paced beginnings of a complex story with a large cast) – so I made a mental note to look it up again in some time, when there would be a bigger chunk to read. Read it straight through twice in the last few days, with great pleasure. I very much enjoy seeing you slowly shift the narrative to give different views on the characters, revealing their depths and complexites and whatnot – essentially, their three-dimensionality. Also, I would like to thank you for the very cogent and thoughtful essays on aspects of depression and emotional struggles. I sometimes tell myself that my life will not have been a useless waste, if I can be certain that I have made one beautiful thing, and touched one person’s life for the better. I can assure you that you have done both. (Many times over, in fact, on both counts.)

I’m so glad that you chose to return! LeyLines is a story that has a lot of re-read value, but I’m also trying to get better about resolving things within chapters and presenting things with more clarity. If you ever have any suggestions for a chapter, please don’t hesitate to post them on the feedback day pages! I leave them in the archives because I believe there are always ways to improve, and I know I still have a lot to learn.

I’m glad that sharing my experiences with depression have been helpful. It’s very important to me. I know how hard it is to feel completely alone and isolated by depression. It is my hope that by sharing what I go through, it will help others know that they are not the only ones struggling, and that together we can all strive to build healthier and happier futures.

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