Written by Conrad Iwanicki (Creator of Godhand)
About a year ago I decided that I was going to break into the comic book industry. My friends thought I was crazy, my dad almost disowned me, and I made a ton of mistakes along the way… but I wouldn’t change a thing.
I guess before I talk more about where I’m going, you’d probably like to know where I’ve been.
I was always the smart-ass kid in class, making people laugh and entertaining was always my passion. My home life was tumultuous to say the least. Making people smile gave me a high that would make me forget about the shit show at home. Laughter really was my first drug of choice. When I was home, I would be writing about my feelings, trying to make some sort of sense out of my lot in life.
I became suicidal around the age of 16. I hated my life, all the pain that I pushed down and ignored for so long came bursting through my soul and derailed my life completely. I dropped out of school and made my life nothing but working enough to buy drugs and pay someone rent to sleep on their couch. This lifestyle lasted until I was around 23. Trust me, the stories I could tell…
I hit 23 and figured out that I needed to get my life going…I quit the partying and started busting my ass working at KFC as a crew member with the goal of becoming a manager. I achieved that goal and within a year was a general manager of my own store. When the luster of that achievement wore off I became miserable and decided to go to college.
As a high school dropout with a GED I was able to enroll in Ohio University…luckily I’ve always been slightly above average in the intelligence department so I had the scores to get into a “real college”, which made me feel great. I was good enough to get into a party school. What an accomplishment!
I was in college for around 2 years when I received a job offer at a direct marketing company. They hired me as a copywriter and I dropped out of college. That’s right, I am a high school AND college drop out. Impressive, right?
To be honest, when I got hired to write junk mail I was ecstatic. I knew that regardless of where my life would go I’d be able to use all that marketing knowledge… finally I would have a legitimate skill. I worked at this company for close to 6 years… I started off as just a writer, but eventually was conceiving and executing multi-channel marketing campaigns. Once I got to that point, all the rules of marketing started to crush my soul creatively. I could only be imaginative to an extent, which drove me crazy. Not only that, but the endless parade of clients that would hire us for our expertise and then promptly try to tell me what would and wouldn’t work was maddening. Why did you hire us in the first place if you’re such a marketing expert? Here I am executing 50+ campaigns a year and you sell boner pills… who do you think knows more about marketing? Just talking about it has my blood pressure rising.
I had gotten myself to the point where I was considering starting my own marketing company and every day was really grinding along as my misery kept building. Then my mom killed herself.
Part 2 coming tomorrow!