It’s been a long summer full of late nights. To be completely up to date, catch up with me on Twitter. It gets exciting sometimes ; )
Have been experimenting with poetry forms other than the haiku while continuing to haiku. Robot and Turtle continue their adventures. As You Like It was a success, although the weather cut down on the number of shows we managed to do. But I once again fell in love with the thought of wandering through Arden and recreating myself, so that was a plus.
Still watching Love Live as it cheers up Flash, who we hope is in a recovery phase from a bad patch. Good leadership lessons and I’m always interested in the backstage dynamics of performers. Plus, Nico x Maki really does have irresistible chemistry.
Want to catch Kubo at the movies but Gayle’s schedule has changed so everything’s a little off. Weather almost leans cool some nights.
Haven’t been reading much that isn’t fan fiction although I did hit the library. Found a book of award winning short short plays from 2014-2015 (I believe). Made me appreciate Shakespeare’s gift for setting a scene, internally or externally, and left me with the urge to read something written by Fannie Flagg, who has a flair for detail and conversation.
And that should tide you over for tonight. Enjoy your Tuesday.
When not reading Love Live fan fiction(story for another blog post that starts with needing new manga to read plus trying to cheer up a sick cat who likes listening to anime and goes from there…but at least we’ve broken Flash’s Korra every night habit), not sleeping, rehearsing As You Like It or getting lost in rainy green gulches, poetry happens.
Haiku The Metaphor
Green tree grey storm meet
No merge, push, no pause, clash, no
Break the air whips clear
Last night’s poem
Light steals Her, not Night
Night steals Sleep, Not Dark
Dark steals Calm, Not Worry
Worry steals Breath, Not Dawn
Dawn steals Her, Not Light
Reposted from my Tumblr:
Howdy. I have already found a song titled “Restless & Reckless” so that’s a haiku that’s not being written tonight (and I once wrote a poem titled “Naked, with scissors, curling” that captures that mood, so I might as well rant.
Hmmm…topic Had the read-through for As You Like It this evening. Busy week of Shakespeare, which means I can’t think about writing and have to sneak in cartooning. But the thing I was thinking about writing is problematic anyway so maybe a good rant will clear it out of the space it’s currently screaming around in,
I think manga and anime may have ruined me for the writing of novels. Since I started reading mostly yuri manga last summer, my brain has been connecting things in new ways.
1. I discovered girls have feelings. I don’t just have feelings; the other party in a relationship does too. Simplified version, yes, but I feel a little sorry for anyone with a crush on younger me who thought they were being completely ignored. Because they were. It worked out. If I’d discovered I liked girls or starting reading yuri manga in high school, I’m not sure how that would have worked out. The SAT scores probably would have been ok, that’s a one off test. Of course, I did read Camelot 3000 when it came out and pretty completely missed the duh moment when Tristan and Isolde meet the trail of roses. Obliviousness, thy name is my youth. More people should try it. It’s charms are underrated. And it’s wonderful sometimes when the right person blasts through everything with a ‘notice ME.’
2. I’ve always loved comics, but they were superhero comics so mostly FIGHTING, And saving the world. And since I read the Legion of Superheroes, some dating. And I liked the dating stuff. I would have never said that to you at the time, but I had my favorite Legion couples all picked out and the issues with interactions were my favorite issues.
But manga, at least what I’ve been reading, is less save the world and more get to that first date. There are some categories I will not read and some I would rather not know existed, but there are some great love stories contained within some that clarified how both parties in a romance could think entirely different things, all feelings could be valid and there were inner lives that I HAD NO IDEA ABOUT. Because nobody had matched words and pictures for me before.
Well, movies had, and Fred Astaire musicals. Gesture mattered. Movement unlocks levels and labyrinths of meaning. Duh. Something I have always known and yet just now realized.
Which means that manga and anime has not ruined me for theatre. It has focused my appreciation of small moments, hands reaching, glances, physically expressing words, bringing them into being, creating atmosphere with how an actor moves in and through space. It’s exciting to think of possibilities.
It’s been troublesome to wonder what this is going to do to long form storytelling for me. I am considering both returning to pastel animations in the Fall or giving something comic-like a decent effort. I’ve been using too much spectrum letting myself worry and yet not write. Writing is still a vital tool in my arsenal of expression, but what future paths it may follow is a contemplation for an afternoon cloud watching not a 3 a.m. rant.
Off the top of my head manga list: Notes From The Garden Of Lilies, Candy, Collectors, Their Story, Fluttering Feelings (sadly on hiatus), Lily Love, Karuha’s makiXnico stories, Girlfriends. And many of Takemiya Jin’s works. Oh and Nozaki-kun. Nozaki-kun is a hoot both in it’s manga and anime form.
Ah, exhaustion. Plan worked. Good night. Dream well.
Measured between glare
And laughter, touch and shatter
Every fight reverbs
My new short story has been released into the universe. Read the start, then pick it up at Amazon.
“Mace was missing and The Minotaur was in town. I could smell him; they had that much in common and a little more history behind them than she ever really got around to telling me. Mace had never really been much of a talker. That was the great thing about stopping by to see her — you sit at the counter, you drink your coffee, you watch her knit…occasionally, the amethyst gleam behind her loose hair softened a little and you got the feeling she might like having you sit there, but it was never a regular thing, just an occasional gift. But now, the Minotaur was in town, hat hooked on his horns, attitude caught in the door, warnings on the wind. Mace must have caught the scent early, but I’d never known her to flee. So I checked into it. Nobody was paying me enough not to be curious. As usual, nobody was paying me at all.
I had just wanted coffee when I left my office…and maybe a little bit of friendly chat, a nod in my direction, an acknowledgement of my existence. You’ve had ‘em: nights when even the wind in the alleys cried from loneliness and the streets were so empty and the sky so dark that your footsteps whimpered instead of echoing…nights when you were certain that if someone didn’t nod at you soon, you’d be back at the mirror, making sure there was still some sparkle twinkling back at you, some breath on the glass. You know and I know, even if I hate to admit it, that there are nights when you need people and there are those people you find on those nights. It’s part of the gravity of being human, when the dark and the dire pull at you, there are people who pull you back. And that night, I was staring into a vortex. So I locked up the office, turned off the phone and headed down the street — to a little more warmth, a little less lonely.
Do you make plans? Don’t. I’m telling you. Just don’t. Plans are a bad habit, a crutch, a weak place for the universe to sneak up and kick you. The universe is coming now, quietly, creepingly, about to leap…your plans see it and they’re bolting in the other direction, down that alley with the flickering light at the end of it, leaving us, you and me, here. So we go get coffee — I know a great place, wait’ll you meet the owner, sure, I’ll pay — and then the real trap is sprung. There wasn’t even a closed sign or a ‘be back in ten minutes’ notice on the door…just a chain. No Mace…now, this, this was a new lonely.”
Howdy. How is your Christmas season going? Was Hanukkah enjoyable? Are you prepared for the Solstice?
Weather is finally December-like and I have finally acquired gloves. Have worn out a pair of mostly green ragg wool glittens the past three winters so replaced them with something I can drive in.
Just finished a test run of Henry V, a table read that only took 2 hrs and 32 minutes and had everyone commenting on how funny it was. So now pondering how to work it effectively into the Theatre Under The Trees future schedule. This summer, we are doing As You Like It and as it has been so long since I’ve directed it, it practically counts as new.
A little more than a year ago, I put In The Bleak December up on Amazon. This year, I attempted to spin it out to more outlets via Draft2Digital, but ran into formatting problems once again so I have decided to just return it to being exclusive to Amazon so people can borrow it through Kindle Unlimited. I also revamped the blurb and found new cover art.
New blurb: “Soon, she would be his again. He had been a fool to let her go the first time. It had been so perfect, so right. Her laugh, her smile, her light had shone briefly into the dark tunnel of his madness, for he knew it was madness now, madness to be without her, to deny and bury the feelings that she stirred in him, the fine, glorious feelings that vibrated through him like music reaching down from celestial organs to play for his ears only.”
Christmas 1888: Mary Merriton is unsettled, ill at ease. Unaware that she has attracted the interest of a madman, she tries to survive a difficult holiday season. Her father has fallen ill, her fiancé, John Drew, is absent. When her beloved cousin, Doctor Jane Holloway, has difficulty returning to Baltimore from the western frontier she exiled herself to, Mary reaches out to one of her best friends, Sally Van der Veer, a bright, talented musician and Bryn Mawr Classics scholar. Sally rushes to Mary’s side, acting with bold confidence, only to be confronted by a hardened and wary Jane once the doctor arrives. Mary grows increasingly fearful of an unseen presence, whose intentions are revealed as the crisis moves closer to climax. Does Mary’s former fiancé Nickie Anstruther intend her harm? Can Jane unbend enough for friendship and collaboration with Sally? Will Sally discover she wants more?
I have had a couple of false starts at the sequel, but I have yet to find something to replace the Poe element, which is what brought everything together for me when I was writing In The Bleak December. But the advantage to having attempted is that I have a much better vision for Sally and Jane’s future collaboration.
An author I rediscovered this year is Elizabeth Watasin, who wrote one of my favorite comic series and has turned to writing novels and short stories, some of the steam punk variety, some of a darque cyber punk science fiction future and some a continuation of her Charm School comic series. One of Watasin’s short stories, The Girl Who Set Forth to Learn Fear, a Faerie Tale For Sapphic Girls, triggered a whole chain of thinking and I pulled a fun Christmas noir spoof I wrote on Twitter out of the archives. A very sexy Mrs. Claus targets the hapless narrator for a nudge to the Naughty List.
I had a lot of fun editing Which List For The Mrs? Short stories always worked better for me both as a writer and a reader. I also had fun sorting stock photos to try to figure out a cover, a process which convinced me I need a better graphics program before attempting to put together a collection of haikus. Which reminds me, I owe you haikus. I’ll talk to Santa. Probably best to avoid the Mrs.
Dropped our sports channels so suffering soccer withdrawal. Last chance to get in on The Dollyrots new album: The Dollyrots: Live In The USA. They also recorded a 3 song EP of NEW songs that will drop in digital stockings Christmas morning so that’s exciting. There is also a cassette. When I drive the touring van in the summer, the only cassettes I have I made for Gayle and my buddy Byrd in college. So newer music will be nice. Haven’t see Star Wars: The Force Awakens yet, although I am looking forward to it.
Pandora has switched to jazz and I’m yawning so I hope this is enough to tide you through the night before the shortest night of the year. Take care and thanks for stopping by.