Aim for the Top! GUNBUSTER!!!

And now for a little desk inspiration for you Mecha fanatics.

Revoltech is a series of figures made by Kaiyodo of Japan. What makes the figures stand out is their large amount of articulation, and usually a large assortment of accessories. The figure you see above is number 101.  You can see a full list of the available figures on Wikipedia.

What is this glorious figure? Why, it’s the powerful mecha, Gunbuster!

In 1988, Gainax created a six part OVA series entitle Aim for the Top! Gunbuster. One of the factoids that makes this important is that it marked the directorial debut of Hideaki Anno, who would go on to create a little series called Neon Genesis Evangelion (One of my faves. You’ll see me gush about it eventually).

What I love about this figure is all the details. You can recreate virtually every major moment of the OVA with the pose-ability and accessories this figure comes with. And it’s only $27! I might, might, have to give this to myself for Christmas.

Megatron?

So the excellent toy site Tomopop has some leaked images of toys from the new Transformers movie, Dark of the Moon.

I’m liking the cloak vibe on, what I’m guessing is, Megatron. Not sure how I feel about him being some sort of tanker truck. Long-time fans of Transformers would know that Megatron has been jets and tanks in various incarnations of the shows and comics, so those weren’t too much of a stretch… but a tanker truck? Hmmm. Still, I like the vibe of the robot mode.

I wonder if they can get this third movie right. The first movie was a straight ahead action flick with a simple, yet effective, origin story. It seemed with the second film that the writers lost their way. Not only did it have crude and sexual humour that seemed out of place in a Transformers movie, it also had a plot that seemed too ambitious. While creating a character supposedly as important as the Fallen (I mean, the father of the Decepticons?!) they actually made the Decepticons seem weak. I mean, Optimus owned the Fallen in a matter of three minutes! Hardly an epic battle.

I’m liking the new teaser trailer for Dark of the Moon that’s circulating around the web. Maybe they learned from the last movie and are looking to deliver the goods this time. Us old Transformers fans can only hope!

Transforming VF 25 Done in LEGO!

Now this is just awesome because it combines two of my childhood loves; LEGO and transforming robots! Specifically, this is a Valkyrie VF 25 from the anime Macross Frontier.

You North American Peeps mights be more familiar with Macross under the name Robotech. Macross Frontier is the latest series in the Macross franchise out of Japan. I have the files waiting to be watched, but seeing as how it comes after Macross 7 (which I have also yet to watch) I don’t know when I’ll be getting around to it. Eventually, I’m sure.

Head on over to Tomopop to see some more pics!

Back to my inspiration – Comic Books

When I was eight, my parents had no problem supporting my $10 a month comic habit. This consisted mostly of Transformers, GI Joe and Batman.

Entering into my working teen years, I had nothing important to do with my money, so my $10 a month habit expanded to $60+ a month.

Then adulthood struck; car payments, mortgage payments, food, clothing, kids, little room for a comic habit. So my comic collecting, and therefor reading, days ended.

I’ve recently been able to resume a small portion of comic reading. It’s funny, but I didn’t think for a moment that it would make me as happy as it has.

What has surprised me most, is how it’s helping me see my writing. If you view each issue as a chapter, some comics have plot lines that go for hundreds, maybe thousands, of pages. Each issue has to extend the plot and leave the reader hooked to come back next month.

The reality is, comics have become the modern serial. In the past, comics were seen as the domain of children and their stories were seen as having little consequence. That has changed as audiences have aged and demanded stories that still provide the visual flair of comics but deliver a story worthy of an adult reader.

A particular comic I’ve started to read is The Walking Dead. AMC has recently started a TV series based on it. The Walking Dead is about a group of people trying to survive in a world over-run with zombies. While the setup sounds cliche, the execution of the book is anything but. Sure, there is action, but much of it has little to do with the zombies themselves. In fact, the zombies are just a minor obstacle to the greater threat, which is other survivors. There’s tense character development, conflict in relationships, interesting back stories. Essentially, everything a great novel has. And each issue has a development arc that leaves you waiting anxiously for  the next issue. It’s fabulous.

As much as reading novels has always been inspiring to me, I had forgotten how much comics had engaged me as a child and powered my imagination. Getting back to comics makes me feel like some of the batteries are getting recharged.

When Good Guys Become Evil, Then Good, Then Evil, Then… Wha?

I’m in my mid-thirties. When I grew up, there was only one Star Wars trilogy. We followed Luke Skywalker and company as they sought to rid the galaxy of the evil empire. Our heroes remained heroes until the last rolling credits. Only one villain, the fearsome Darth Vader, found redemption. By this point, we all knew Darth was really Luke’s father and that at some point he had been a hero. So having him find redemption gave a sweet bookend to a beloved trilogy of movies.

Twenty-two years later, George Lucas decided to let us all see what happened to poor Anakin.

For those of us old enough to have been around the first time, it was a chance to see what the fall of Anakin Skywalker was all about, and to see the fabled Clone Wars. We knew and understood what we were watching.

For those younger, new, fans, they watched the movies from episode one to six, and understood the story as that of Anakin and his children.

Now my six year old son is a fan of the animated series, Star Wars: The Clone Wars. Anakin, clone troopers and Chancellor Palpatine, he sees them as the “good guys”. Trying to explain to him that these soldiers who fight and die so valiantly next to the jedi will, upon a single command, turn around and murder all of them, is tough. Every time the topic comes up, I can see injury in his eyes to think that the heroic Anakin will become a monster.

I wonder if George Lucas thought about that. I wonder if he considered even for a moment how he would injure young fans by creating a series like Clone Wars. I wonder if he thought what kind of position he would put parents into by having love be the thing that drove Anakin to the dark side.

When I was a kid, Star Wars was a sci-fi fairytale. The good guys stayed good. I’m not against the anti-hero. I’m not against a hero who falls and then finds redemption. But introducing series after series that features villains, then the villains before they were villains, who then become villains, who are then heroes again, is confusing for adults, let alone six year old kids.

So why am I rambling? Because stories should have a logical order. There is a danger in prequels. There is a danger in prequels, then doing prequels to the ending of the prequels. An audience can be alienated, especially if the differing stories are aimed at different demographics.

Burning Books Is Never A Good Thing

When I started this blog, I never thought I’d be writing anything that might be seen as a political diatribe. Yet, here I am.

So the story, as I’m sure you’re aware, is that a small Christian parish in Florida intended to burn copies of the Q’uran in order to mark the anniversary of September 11. Thankfully, cooler heads have prevailed and the event has been canceled. But it got me thinking about the idea of burning books.

To me, burning a book is not an act of protest, it is an act of fascism.

Wow, a pretty bold statement.

Simply put, books are not merely symbols, they are ideas. Burning a book isn’t just about saying you don’t like the content or you disagree with policies or actions that a particular group takes, burning a book is about destroying ideas and knowledge.

It doesn’t matter if that book is the Q’uran, the Bible or Harry Potter. This to me is a form of control. By destroying ideas, you deny people the ability to expand their knowledge.  By gaining knowledge, we make informed decisions. When we lack knowledge, we all too often have another person’s message pushed in. Anyone remember what the Nazis did? Oh yeah, they burned books.

This is from Wikipedia;

Fascists believe that a nation is an organic community that requires strong leadership, singular collective identity, and the will and ability to commit violence and wage war in order to keep the nation strong. They claim that culture is created by the collective national society and its state, that cultural ideas are what give individuals identity, and thus they reject individualism

Reject individualism? Singular collective identity? How could such a world exist if books were allowed? OK, one book would be allowed, the book that supported the ideas of the fascists. But numerous books? Books that contained contrary ideas? Books that encouraged free thinking and individual spirit? Such things would have to be destroyed.

Books are precious. They give us insight, understanding, and sometimes even entertain. To burn such a thing seems a horrible act, religious text or not.

Don’t join the book burners. Don’t think you’re going to conceal faults by concealing evidence that they ever existed. Don’t be afraid to go in your library and read every book…

Dwight D. Eisenhower (1890 – 1969)

Who do I want to be when I grow up?

First off, a little thanks to those of you who have stayed subscribed & have been coming by to check the site.  I know I’ve been pretty quiet this summer, but school’s return will allow me far more time for the writing bug, so I will be here more frequently.

Now, for the actual purpose of this post.

I was logged into Facebook the other night, playing my favourite time-killer, Bejewelled Blitz.  I noticed they had added a new feature, which were badges you earned.  The way to earn a badge was to play the game & add your score to your running total.  As you achieved certain totals, you leveled up.  I admit it, this was insanely addictive to an old-school RPG fan such as myself.  Something about pushing to new levels, achieving new accolades, it just had me hooked.  And why?  I didn’t get anything for it other than a shiny bade graphic next to my name.  As the volume of hours I had wasted on this effort dawned on me, I started thinking that there was a blog post in the experience.  It wasn’t until tonight that I realised what that was.

Bear with me, I will get to the point.

The notion of this blog post finally hit me as I sat reading Neil Gaiman’s latest blog entry.  His latest was about attending the read-through of his script for the next season of Doctor Who.  I couldn’t repress this gleeful thought that maybe, one day, that could be me!  It was then that reality visited me, and I found out what this blog post is about.

Thanks for hanging in there. My point is coming, like next.  You’ve been so very patient.

The point is simply this; It is easy to lose ourselves.

How’d I get there from a video game and some wicked author envy?  I realised how much time I invest in chasing something that is either meaningless, or improbable.  It gave me pause to question my motives for writing The Veil.  It made me ask, “What do I really want from this?”  Because it is so easy to dive into something and lose track of why you did it in the first place.

Why do I play Bejewelled Blitz?  Is it really to pursue medals and meaningless titles?  No.  I do it because I have a little fun, it flexes some minor hand-eye-coordination and it kills time while I clear the clutter from my brain.  Do I need to reach the next level?  Should I forgo working on my novel or spending time with my family just to achieve that next shiny?  No, I shouldn’t.  But it’s so easy to lose sight of that when you slap on the blinders.

Why am I writing The Veil?  Is it because I truly think I’m going to be as big as Neil Gaiman?  Haha, well, maybe that’s one of those childish dreams I can’t let go of, but no, it’s not the true reason I want to write the book.  The true reason goes back to my parents’ basement when I was fourteen and I hammered out over one-hundred pages of a novel.  I did it because I loved it.  I did it because the act of creation was thrilling.  Because after pouring hours into something, it was almost magical to go back and read it and realise that they were all my words.  Truth be told, I still get a little thrill when I read a chapter I’ve finished and I see glimmers of something shiny to be buffed into beauty later.

It’s a universal trait.  We all lose ourselves.  How many books, movies, games, etc. are about failing to realise who we are, falling into a desired crowd, only to discover our true self doesn’t belong there.  It’s so often the topic of coming-of-age type stories.  But what shocked me as I hit my mid-thirties was that I realised nothing changed.  Here I am an adult, and there’s still days I lose myself and look in the mirror wondering who is looking back at me.  Sometimes it’s disheartening.  Sometimes I need to stop and evaluate why I’m doing the things I do.

This isn’t really about writing, it’s more about living.

I suppose when all things boil down, there needs to be realistic and meaningful purposes behind the things we do, or else our end result is shallow.  That’s not what I want for The Veil.  I don’t want something that was written purely for the purpose of trying to make money or finding market success.  I want The Veil to be something I am proud of.  I want it to be a statement of who I am.

Blinders off.  Full steam ahead.