Your name is Robinson Dark. You don’t know where you are or how you got there or what happened to the crew you led into space. All you know is you can’t feel a thing–not even fear.
Then it gets weird.
That’s how we begin Empty Space, the graphic novel I’m attempting to fund on Kickstarter.com. I’ve described Empty Space as a cross between Star Trek and Lost, but it’s really more than that. It’s a twisty, turny, sometimes unsettling narrative set against the limitless backdrop of the stars, with the sort of bizarre alien species and against-all-odds derring-do that’s always characterized the best space adventure–along with a heaping dollop of the macabre.
It’s the kind of tale I’ve wanted to tell for a long time. In fact, it’s a dream project for a guy who fell in love with comics and science fiction at the age of six and never stopped loving them.
I’d be honored if you’d visit this link: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1881107045/empty-space
I trust you’ll find at least one of the rewards I’ve set up to your liking. And please…spread the word. I need all the help I can get!
My pal Russ Colchamiro–one of my colleagues in Crazy 8 Press–is editing our summer anthology this year. It’s called “Love, Murder & Mayhem,” and his only requirement for us at the outset was that every story has all three components: love, murder, and mayhem.
He also mentioned that he could use a superhero story. And since I’m leaning in that direction anyway these days, I came up with one. About a whole team of superheroes, actually–a close-knit team that does all kinds of good in the world.
What in real life could I bring to such a story? Well, lately I’ve been thinking about the Beatles, an early influence on me. I remember how cool I felt back in the sixties listening to “I Wanna Hold Your Hand” or “I Saw Her Standing There” or–God help me–“Norwegian Wood.”
If the Fab Four had stayed together, who knows what kind of music they could have made. But of course, they didn’t stay together–according to some sources because of John Lennon’s soulmate, Yoko Ono, who pulled him away from the other Beatles and ultimately broke up the group.
Hmm…what if someone like Yoko had been brought into the inner circle of a superhero team? What if…
Yeah. The story is called The Responders. It’s short and sweet, like a Paul McCartney ballad, and I hope you like it.