I’m pleased to announce a new ongoing feature here on the site—one I hope you’ll like, and that I hope will keep you coming back. I’m calling it The Secret Origin of Lincoln Crisler. I’m going to shoot for posting a new addition every Monday, and adjust fire from there. If there’s something you’d like to know, shoot me an email or comment. I won’t promise to answer—some things are definitely off limits—but you’ll get an idea of what I’m shooting for after reading an entry or two.
Some of you—though not many, I’m sure—might be asking, “What’s a secret origin?” Comic-book superheroes are the best example. Batman’s parents getting shot outside the movie theater, the Ninja Turtles being covered in ooze after being dumped in a sewer grate, Spider-man’s uncle being capped by the robber Spidey failed to stop—that sort of thing. With comics being such a huge part of my life, I can’t think of a better description than “secret origin” for the sort of posts I’ll be writing. Much of this stuff will be from my childhood, though I’ll probably get into my teenage years and early adulthood a few times, as well. All of it will be things that helped make me the man, and author, I am today.
The first installment, which will go live tomorrow, is a writeup of four comic books I received one Christmas from my older brother—four comics that are still awesome to this day. Four of the first comics I ever owned. If you’re a fan of the 90s X-Men, you’ll love the hell out of this.