OLD ART: THE GALACTIC CITY (PART 1)I’ve still been working on the novel I am trying to write w

OLD ART: THE GALACTIC CITY (PART 1)

I’ve still been working on the novel I am trying to write with my celestial body characters in my spare time (gone through so many drafts already) but I’m not sure if it will ever see the light of day.

The celestial body characters originally started out as comics sketched out by me in middle school, and after I realized I would never be able to color the longer-form comics AND the one-off gag comics on a regular basis, I decided to try to write the longer stories instead.

The problem is that it feels like people expect books to be much more realistic than comics, and it has been a nightmare trying to get a story that ultimately is about love between a sunlike star and a supermassive black hole into a realistic framework. It is a fundamentally unrealistic story, yet one that requires so much science knowledge it has as much science in it as a hard science fiction novel, without the benefits of being, you know, plausible. 

I recently dragged the old comics from high school out of a drawer, and admired, in spite of their crudeness and complete lack of realistic worldbuilding, the sheer irreverence of them.

Want a galaxy that’s a literal city? Sure.

Want Wolf-Rayet star biker gangs? Sure.

A supermassive black hole that can just go to the grocery store? Sure.

…I’m going to be posting the comic called “The Galactic City,” as it is the first time I conceived of the setting of a distant quasar that’s a rough and violent city of stars and black holes. It’s no longer a literal city (more of a metaphorical one) nowadays, but I do have a certain nostalgia for when I just didn’t care.