Born 3/2/52 in Santa Monica, California. I'm one of those people who made the long, hard struggle to Hollywood all the way from West Los Angeles. "Evanier" (pronounced ev-uh-near) is not French; it was probably made up by some Immigration Officer at Ellis Island one day who said, "Hey, here come some more Jews! Let's give them real stupid last names!" I prefer being on a first name basis with everyone if only because "Mark" is easier to spell.
My father had the worst job in the world: He worked for the Internal Revenue Service. Hated it. As a result, he urged his only kid — m.e. — to do whatever he wanted to in life, as long as he loved it. At about age eight, I decided I would love to be a professional writer and that, by God, was that. Have never had a "Plan B" since. My decision was only reinforced when The Dick Van Dyke Show debuted and I jumped to the conclusion, sadly erroneous, that all writers get to sleep with women who look like Laura Petrie.
Started reading 'n' collecting comic books shortly after I got out of the womb but didn't figure on them for a career since the business, I thought, was wholly in New York and didn't cotton to outta-towners. It turned out that was only partly true — and would become even less true as the years went by. Graduated high school in '69, became a professional writer about a week later when I sold a mess of articles to a couple of local magazines, and have never been without work since.
The week after my first sale, I met Jack Kirby, one of the true geniuses of my lifetime. Soon after, he asked my pal Steve Sherman and me if we'd like to become his assistants. We thought it over for, oh, about three seconds before agreeing. There was never any money in the job but to "apprentice" like that was invaluable, for reasons I am still coming to understand.
About the same time, I started writing foreign comics for Disney Studios — that is, stories of Donald Duck and Goofy that were published overseas. This led to me writing stories for the American Disney comics, which were then published by Western Publishing Company, aka Gold Key Comics. This, in turn, led to me working on other Gold Key Comics — primarily the Warner Brothers characters (Bugs, Daffy, Porky, et al) but also Woody Woodpecker, Scooby Doo and others. It was on Scooby Doo that I was first teamed with one of my favorite artists, Dan Spiegle. Dan and I have worked together for over a quarter of a century since.
Around '74, I spent a year running an overseas comic book division for the Edgar Rice Burroughs estate, writing comics of Tarzan and Korak (the latter drawn by Mr. Spiegle) and I also met a very fine writer from Pittsburgh named Dennis Palumbo, who'd moved to L.A. to try his hand at TV work. As young comedy writers tend to come in pairs, we decided to team up and try to get work. We wrote for The Nancy Walker Show (it was cancelled in 13 weeks), we wrote for The McLean Stevenson Show (it was cancelled in 6), we sold a series to CBS (it never got on) and then we got hired as story editors for Welcome Back, Kotter and wrote a few other things that did okay.
After Kotter, Dennis and I decided to go our separate ways, parting as friends. I began writing for (and eventually running) the Hanna-Barbera comic book division, where I again did — among other books — Scooby Doo, drawn by Dan Spiegle. I also began writing TV shows either on my own or in tandem with a clever lady named Marion C. Freeman. Anyone here remember Baby, I'm Back, starring Demond Wilson? Anyone remember Demond Wilson? I didn't think so.
Eventually, I somehow became typed as a variety show writer and wrote many a special or series in that dying genre, thereby hastening its demise. Most of them were for the legendary Sid and Marty Krofft and included the infamous Pink Lady and Jeff, which toplined two Japanese ladies who spoke almost no English, and a series with the Bay City Rollers, who spoke English but were no more intelligible.
I also started writing cartoon shows: Scooby Doo, Plastic Man, Thundarr the Barbarian, The Trollkins, ABC Weekend Special, CBS Storybreak, Rickety Rocket, Superman: The Animated Series and many others. I story-edited Richie Rich for a couple of years, wrote the pilots for Dungeons & Dragons, The Wuzzles and a few series from which I removed my name. Somewhere in there, I wrote That's Incredible! for three years and a whole lotta material for stand-up comedians.
Throughout all this, I dabbled in and out of comic books, including Blackhawk, which I wrote (and later edited) for DC and which featured spectacular artwork by Dan Spiegle. But I also started doing a lot of what we call "creator-owned" comic books. F'rinstance, my longtime pal Sergio Aragonés asked me to become his co-conspirator on Groo the Wanderer, which has become one of the longest-running comic books of those owned by creators and not companies. And my pal Will Meugniot and I created (I wrote, he drew at first) a super-hero book called The DNAgents. That led to a spin-off called Crossfire, which was drawn by Dan Spiegle and which is probably my favorite of all the non-comical comic books I've written.
Other "creator-owned" comics I've worked on are itemized over in the My Comics section. There's also a section on Garfield and Friends, my favorite animation project, though a close second would be Mother Goose & Grimm, based on Mike Peters' brilliant newspaper strip. I've also written for Pryor's Place, Bob (the series wherein Mr. Newhart played a comic book artist), The Half-Hour Comedy Hour, a couple of specials with Dick Clark, a script for Cheers which they bought but didn't film, a number of shows I'd rather forget, and a number of stand-up comedians. Until she finally won one, I told people I was becoming "The Susan Lucci of the writing Emmys," being oft-nominated but never a bride.
This has probably gone on long enough, especially since browsing this website will tell you a lot more about me than you could possibly care to know. Hell, there's more here about me than I want to know...