Crunch Packing

(Yes, I realize I didn’t finish my posts about Wondercon. I do have notes for my activities, and will try to write that up in the near future.)

In the meantime, while I’m in the process of preparing for a major change in my life, the Creature continues to check out how things are going.

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Here, he and Snoozy the Dragon make a last check of the TV stand I’ve had since my days in graduate school at the University of Texas. This particle board-plastic laminated stand has really put in long service, and I’m surprised it hasn’t cracked before now. But its days are over and it is time to say good bye. I think I got my money’s worth out of that purchase.

I’ve also boxed up the books that are usually on the hutch of my desk. The fate of the desk is still undetermined, since it is not an easy shape to move about. But that matter aside, the books needed to be packed and identified. It does leave the shelf looking a bit like a ghost-town.

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The Creature’s friends are all in hibernation already, so he was feeling a little mournful about it all. I tell him it’s all an adventure, but he just looks at me with those eyes until I admit that I find it unsettling too. But I do feel good things will come of this change.

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Friday At WonderCon 2013

I drove down early in order to get into a good parking spot. As it happened, I did get a good spot near the building, right beside a set of stairs. The unfortunate part was that it was nowhere near a point that would let an attendee into the Convention Center. Hoofing it was in order to get around to the other side of the building. But since I was there early, I decided to be Pollyanna and look at it as needed exercise and thus a good thing.

Killing time until registration opened was easy enough. I hopped on the Convention Center’s open wifi to deal with some emails, and then strolled out to the Grand Plaza in front of the building. Some food trucks were set up, so I got myself a breakfast burrito. There was a bit more jalepeno than I usually like, but other than that, very satisfying.

Getting through registration for the professional attendees took some time, as the badges were pre-made and in alphabetical order. The booth workers had to sort through their set of boxes to find your badge. (Their methods for the San Diego convention are much faster.) But when you’re getting in free as a professional, I suppose a minor wait is just and appropriate compensation.

This year, I had volunteered to help at the booths that two organizations I belong to have at the show. So, they were my first destination.

Or rather not quite. I stopped at the DC booth, to scope it out. DC’s booth wrangler, Fletcher, was there keeping an eye on things, so I greeted him. He’s a great guy, who oversees the booth operations and usually knows who is where. He’s done me a couple of favors in the past regarding special hand-outs, so I like stopping to chat with him and wish him well for the weekend.

Then on I went to the GLAWS booth. The Greater Los Angeles Writers Society had taken space to do some outreach and also to allow some members to sell their own books. I decided not to try the selling myself this year (partly because a writing reference book just isn’t a “hot cake” seller), but I would do the work of attracting interested passing writers to sign up for our mailing list.

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After a session there, where I talked up the virtues of GLAWS to a couple of interested writers, I headed outward toward a panel I wanted to attend. On the way, I stopped by the booth to connect with Facebook Friend Travis Hanson. I got a chance to look at his work (illustrated books aimed at the younger audience) and chat with him. It turns out that he lives in the Riverside area, so I told him that he ought to consider attending CAPS meetings. He chuckled and said that Stan (Sakai) had been urging him to do so as well.

That conversation made me a little bit late for the panel I wanted to attend: “Insights into Indie Publishing.”

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Above, left to right, the panelists: Casey Kahoe, with his Crack Dog; Dani Dixon; Dale Wilson; and Melissa Jarvis. The last panelist present, my friend Geoff Thorne, was seated to the far left, so he didn’t make it into this shot. So he gets his own shot.

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I’ve known Geoff a long time, by way of being fellow customers of the Golden Apple Comics Shop.

This group had some good and useful insights into the business side of creating comics independant of the major companies. This was all useful information for me as I work on my non-fiction project, Paper Movies. I took notes, and I certainly will incorporate them into the book. After the panel was over, I waited to chat with Geoff. I wanted to show him the sample pages of Paper Movies I’d been working on. He liked what I was doing with the combination of graphics and text. Getting that feedback was great.

After that, I was back on the Exhibit Hall floor for a time at the CAPS booth. This was the first time CAPS had taken a booth for outreach purposes. It isn’t in a terrible location, but it also isn’t exactly where comic book creators are likely to see it. Even so, while I was there, an aspiring creator did happen by, and I and Pat McGreal had a  nice chat with him, encouraging him to come visit us at our regular metings.

Then I headed back upstairs for a couple more panels.

The first was a panel titled “A Story Is a Story: Storytelling Across Diverse Formats”, with panelists Jane Espenson, Frank Beddor, Amber Benson, Patrick Rothfus, and Ashley Edward Miller, moderatoed by LeAnna Herrera of Mysterious Galaxy bookstore. They had some interesting observations about preparing their stories for different media formats. I got a few good notes and ideas to include in Paper Movies.

From there I went on to another panel that seemed to have a similar approach: “Awfully Big Adventures: Storytellers Who Find One Medium Too Small.” The panelists all happened to be women (which fact amused me), with a male moderator.

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The panelists were Ann Nocenti, Jane Espenson,  Gale Ann Hurd, and Amanda Conner, with Geoff Boucher moderating. He asked about their experiences working in different media. Each spoke of what they liked in the various media they’ve handled, staying upbeat about what they’ve done. They all certainly reinforced the idea that it is an advantage for creative people to be ready to adapt to a new or different way of delivering your story.

Although there was another panel after that that I had considered attending, which had been about digital comics from Thrillbent, I was tired and my feet were starting to hurt. So I decided to head out.

On the way out of the exhibit hall, I passed a booth that had multiple types of dragons: statue dragons, dragons decorating mugs and chalices, and plushy dragons. They were quite striking and I stopped to look them over. I had not intended on buying any trinkets or indulgences at the convention, because I really need every penny that comes to my hands right now. Even so, the price on the plushies was quite reasonable. And I had just been paid for a writing job. But I was going to be good … until at the far end of the display case from the pedestrian aisle, I spotted a real charmer. I tried resisting… but I failed. So he came home with me.

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He’s the latest addition to my dragon collection (which I’ve decided to post images of on my Graphics blog, in their own gallery). He doesn’t yet have a name, but he’s a quite cheerful fellow.

I got home, freed my feet from the shoes, and got some sleep after a good day.

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For the Spring Equinox

A friend quoted some lines about Aslan to acknowledge the Spring Equinox, and I almost went hunting for an “ordinary” image of a lion in order to make a graphic of the lines. And then I remembered that I already have a painting of a lion.

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New Poetry on Website

I just posted a new poem on the website. IT CAN BE FOUND HERE

It was inspired by a program my church (First Prebyterian Church of Hollywood) is conducting this year during the Lenten season. They asked people to write haiku to share with the rest of the congregation on the theme for this year’s Lenten study, “Death to Life.”

I hadn’t written haiku in a while, so the challenge intrigued me. This poem is the first result. I don’t know if I’ll write more, but if I do, they’ll get posted as well.

 

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Connecting with a Friend

My friend, author Corrina Lawson (I’ve posted a review of one of her books HERE), was out in Los Angeles earlier this week, as part of a bloggers’ junket to Dreamworks for their upcoming film The Croods. She’s a regular blogger for the GeekDad and GeekMom websites. We’ve known each other (online for the most part) for over a decade, through our shared interest in comic books and writing.

She had a little bit of free time before her red-eye flight back to Connecticut (where she lives with spouse, offspring, and feline residents), and since she was staying relatively near where I live (at the Sheriton Universal), we made plans to get together.

I plodded my way over to the subway stop at Hollywood and Western and got on the train heading toward North Hollywood. In all the years it’s been running, this would be my first trip through the pass and into the valley (previously, I’d only taken it to Hollywood and Highland). Not that you are aware of the difference while in the subway, of course. But it amused me, knowing that the train, which felt as if it were travelling pretty much a level course, was going through the pass, under the ridge between the Los Angeles basin and the San Fernando valley. On the train, the only thing notable was the comparatively long distance between the stops.

Arriving at Universal City, I then faced the fact that the Sherton sits half-way up the very steep hill, between Lankershim and the Universal CityWalk. I made the error of assuming that the free shuttle that runs on the hill actually stops at the hotels, and got aboard. As it turns out, it does not. This provoked a slight comedy between Corrina and myself. She hadn’t quite returned to her hotel when I arrived up at CityWalk, and because of one of modern technology’s mysteries, my cell phone battery was verging on empty (even though it had been charged that morning). I left a voicemail for her, and hoped she could call me back before the phone died.

We had discussed the possibility of checking out CityWalk, so I decided to wait there until I heard from her. The anxiety of “Will she call before the phone dies?” was … well, it wasn’t really nail-biting, just a problem that might need to be dealt with. Happily, she got back to the hotel in short order and called me back (her own cell being on the verge of empty battery too, as it happened). She offered to treat me to dinner (at the hotel), so I navigated the steep slope downward (somewhat easier that trying to walk up the hill), and joined her at the hotel.

Because we were dining well ahead of the dinner crowd, we had the restaurant mostly to ourselves, with very attentive service. It was fun to catch up with more detail than mere Facebook status posts can convey. We talked of writing, comics, family, mutual friends we know. She told me a bit about some of the activities from the bloggers’ junket.

By dessert time, we decided to make an excursion up to the CityWalk. She wanted the opportunity to be a little bit touristy, and there was the enticement of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream there. We were, of course, continuing to talk the whole time.

We took a moment for the appropriate image capturing of the out-of-town visitor.

Corrina at Universal

We parted as the dusk was drawing on. She wanted to do a little bit more exploring of the enticements of CityWalk. I needed to get back down the hill and homeward before it became too dark. All in all, a lovely day. A pleasing break from the current routine.

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CAPS February 2013 Meeting

We moved our regular meeting from the second Thursday to the first because of the desire not to alienate supportive spouses of members (next Thursday being that romantic occasion, Valentine’s Day). We had a good turn out in spite of the schedule switch-up.

Bob Foster (well known to CAPS members, of course), currently President of the Animation Guild, has mounted an exhibition in the Guild’s Gallery 839 modestly entitled THE PRESIDENT’S COLLECTION. Since we meet at the Guild’s building, this was a great opportunity for us to get a look at the things Bob has found.

As our esteemed Secretary put it in the announcement for this month’s meeting: “This is not an exhibit of art created by Bob. Rather, it is a very limited selection of items – including oil paintings, watercolors, drawings, photographs, pastels, prints and silly stuff – from his personal collection of rare and amusing objects procured from a wide variety of sources over a period of more than 35 years.”

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Bob began by explaining how he came to build this collection – starting with a piece that had been in his family home when he was growing up. After that short introduction, we headed downstairs to take a gander.

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(These pictures were taken with my tablet — I’m still learning how to handle its camera.)

I always find it interesting to see different pieces of art, as well as seeing what catches someone else’s attention. The result of this occasion was a pleasant evening of socailizing and talking about art in general. (Plus we got another female into the group, as a new member was approved last night! I always approve of that.)

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CAPS 2012 Holiday Party

Yeah, I know. I’m posting this a month after the event, and the day before the January CAPS meeting. Sometimes, one just falls behind on these little recitations of activities.

The party itself happened on our usual meeting date of the second Thursday of the month, but we gathered together at the Montrose Bowling Alley (site of previous holiday extravaganzas). It’s always a pleasure to gather together and talk and enjoy the company.

It was, of course, a party, and that meant FOOD.

CAPS 2012 Holiday Party

CAPS 2012 Holiday Party

The food was delicious – very nice mashed potatoes, barbeque grilled chicken, brisket, veggies, rolls, a nice cole slaw, and of course, a whole table full of desserts. There was plenty for everyone.

It’s a party that is welcoming to all comers, from our venerated elders to the youngest. If they can put up with the conversational chatter and the sounds of bowling (and they are a member or a family attachment of a member) they are treated as “one of the gang”. Here’s a picture of this year’s youngest attendee, who seemed quite relaxed amidst the noise.

CAPS 2012 Holiday Party

CAPS 2012 Holiday Party

He’s already getting aclimatized to the comic book culture, as you can see.

After we’d gotten through the main bout of eating, President Pat McGreal made a few announcements.

CAPS 2012 Holiday Party

CAPS 2012 Holiday Party

We acknowledged service done for the organization during the last year.

Award-timeThe gift exchange proceeded well (my camera battery collapse about that point, so I didn’t get pictures of people with their gifts, alas). Except, of course, that Jim MacQuarrie waited and waited and waited for his number to come up. But since he was also doing duty as “Santa”, he could still hold center stage.

Some folks actually did do some bowling.

CAPS 2012 Holiday Party

CAPS 2012 Holiday Party

In fact, I got in some bowling as well. I went prepared this time, having trimmed my fingernails beforehand (I tore a thumbnail last year on my first time on the lane). I joined in an incredibly unserious match (2 of the players actually drifted off in conversations), playing all my frames. I enjoyed myself, even though my shoulder was sore for two days afterward.

Others made very diligent attempts at their game.

CAPS 2012 Holiday Party

CAPS 2012 Holiday Party

Nat Gertler’s daughter took the activity seriously enough to make some good attempts at knocking down the pins. (Actually, it’s possible her score was better than mine.)

It was quite a festive mood, with lots of smiles and laughs.

CAPS 2012 Holiday Party

CAPS 2012 Holiday Party

After all, cartoonists are not likely to take everything seriously, especially at a party.

It was a wonderful way to wrap up (as it were) the year.

 

 

 

 

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Christmas Eve

I had a quiet day yesterday, with a visit to Starbucks. Coffee and a sandwich and some time in a different environment, where I did some writing. It amused me to be the only one in the place working long-hand on a hard copy manuscript. It was definitely a laptop and tablet haven.

That only covered the early part of the day. For me, what makes Christmas Eve special are the services my church holds. And I like ushering at them, greeting people on this particular night. And for such a festive night, I make an effort.

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(I also managed to take a photo of myself on my cell phone. Not always easy to make it flattering. Here, the viewer gets a good perspective on my nose.)

I had to put some gas in my car (it was close to running on fumes), and that made me a little bit late to the 8 o’clock service. But I made it, which was a good thing, as we were a little short on ushers at that one. The 8 o’clock service has a more relaxed style, with music led by our contemporary service worship band, going more acoustical for this service.

The scripture readings and usual carols are always a pleasure when met in a gathering such as this. To hear many voices singing the familiar tunes warms me. And Pastor Dan’s Meditation for the evening reminded us about letting Christ shine in our celebrations. The service ends with candle lighting as we sing “Silent Night.” “Christ is the light of the world.” The sanctuary lights are dimmed, allowing the warm glow from the candles to light the faces of all.

Watching people file out after the service is also a pleasure, people on their way to further celebrations, perhaps, but certainly looking forward to whatever they have planned for the holiday morning.

And then I get a long break, since I stick around to usher at the 11 o’clock service as well. There’s about an hour and a half break between the two services. I had taken a book along, to while away the time.

The 11 o’clock service is slightly different in program from the 8 o’clock. The verses are the same, of course, and most of the carols that the congregation sings. The special music changes, though. The Cathedral Choir and organist participate in the 11 o’clock service. Our organist, Kimo Smith, is wonderful. Listening to him on the pipe organ always reminds me of my mother, who was also an organist.

The special music from the choir included “O Magnum Mysterium” by Morten Lauridsen. I have a recording of the Los Angeles Master Chorale performing it. I felt the Cathedral Choir handled it well. The sanctuary is a great place for letting the music resonate. And then Jamie Anderson sang “O Holy Night” for the offertory, his voice filling the space.

Again the service ended in the warm glow of candles, and the familiar sweetness of “Silent Night.” There is a happiness to the faces of those leaving the service, stepping out into the brisk chill air, looking forward to the bright day coming.

After midnight on Christmas Eve, the streets are relatively quiet. There’s so much anticipation for the holiday. It reminds me of coming home from Christmas Eve services from my childhood in Michigan. I would feel a quiet, wonderful expectation as we would drive through the deserted streets. I remember occasions when the bare trees were glazed with ice, and the various street lights would gleam on the ice – white, red, green, with snow shadowed as we passed out of the circle of street lamps.

It’s been a challenging year for me. And yet, the message of Christmas, the offering of peace and joy, it always grounds me.

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A Story for Christmas

Several years ago, I sat down to write a short story for Christmas. I wanted to set it in the Holy Land. But I wanted it to be something different than most of the “Holy Land Christmas stories” I’d read. Everyone focuses on the First Christmas, looking for new ways to approach that wonderful night.

But for me, in the back of my head, other things were bubbling up, wanting to be addressed. For instance, the terrible Slaughter of the Innocents that Herod sent down upon the town of Bethlehem, in his fear of a divinely appointed rival king. I did not want this to be an easy story.

So I wrote it. And then it sat neglected in my files. Because it was a holiday story, there’s a limited window for introducing it to an audience during the year. And because my daily life was occupied by many other things, I never got around to sending it out to magazines. It isn’t a very long story — just over 2,000 words in fact.

The story sank lower in “the pile” – in this case, a file on a computer I used less and less and eventually replaced. The hard drive from the old computer was extracted and became an external hard drive used for storage purposes. At the time that occured, I did not review the files on it: after all, I wasn’t losing the drive or the data. And there it sat, neglected if not entirely forgotten.

Recently, I was reviewing the files on the old drive and “found” the story again. It still pleased me. I decided to put it up on my website. Because it was written more to manifest some of my feelings about Christmas, I didn’t really want to regard it as a “commercial property.” But stories are made to be shared, and so now, finally, I am getting around to putting it before an audience.

All this is a rather long winded way to introduce the story: THE WINTER STRANGER.  I hope you all find something in the story that speaks to you. And please, if you are so moved, let me know your reactions to the story.

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Gifts From My Father

The other day I did some research for a friend about a Mesopotamian goddess, tracking down some details. Mythology has been an interest of mine since childhood. I read voraciously anything new to me. I tried to find everything and anything that was more than just the Greek and Roman myths. But it is not like my conversation at the dinner table was filled with references to mythology.

Even so, when I was in high school, for Christmas one year, my father gave me a copy of the Larousse Encyclopedia of Mythology (with an introduction by Robert Graves).

The heavy book (about four pounds, in fact) is chock full of pictures that represent the mythologies of many world cultures. I fell in love with the book. And when I joined the research staff of Jeopardy! I took it into the office, and for the duration of my time with the show, invariably used it as my first go-to on most mythology clues.

But this research this weekend was the first time I’d taken it off the shelf in three years. I’d written up my notes to my friend and was sitting at my desk enjoying something else and vague thinking that I needed to put the research books back on their shelves. The Larousse sat on the top of the “pile” with the light reflecting off the still-shiny jacket cover.

Suddenly, I was thinking of my father and how he’d given me this book for Christmas way back when. I was suddenly looking at the book from a different perspective, thinking of how he must have seen it somewhere and chosen it to give to me. I certainly had not requested anything like it. But he knew it was the thing to get for me.

Now so many years later, long after he had passed away, I am thinking of how many times he chose gifts for me that suited me. And they weren’t always given for Christmas or birthdays. Sometimes they were things that just “showed up” in the house, or that he gave me almost incidentally.

One thing that “showed up” in the household was an omnibus volume of the Sherlock Holmes stories.

I had my first encounter with Sherlock Holmes when I was in fourth grade, reading His Last  Bow in a paperback edition I had purchased on my own. It enchanted me, and made me hungry for more. Dad bought me an “abridged” version of other Holmes stories and I zipped through that so fast I was antsy when I finished. More, more! Not long after that, the omnibus volume “appeared.” This was not presented as being a gift to me. I know he read through it himself. But gradually, the volume came to take up residence in my room and by osmosis became “mine” (I have it still, in fact).

A few years later, when I finally bought myself a copy of The Hobbit and fell in love with the work of J.R.R. Tolkien, he bought me the three volumes of The Lord of the Rings for Christmas. Now, I probably did talk about The Hobbit a lot after finishing it, so it must not have been any difficulty in considering LotR as a good gift.

Why is it that children do not always register how well a parent is in fact paying attention? I know I suffered from the usual Middle Child syndrome of feeling overlooked and unspecial. And yet now I can see clearly that he paid much more attention than I ever realized.

Even little things that I might not have considered for years, he would still keep in mind.

One day, when I was in either nineth or tenth grade, he came to me after some excursion he’d made somewhere and handed me a little brass duck.

It’s about an inch tall. He had seen it somewhere and bought it for me. He said he thought I would like it.

I did, actually. It suddenly cast me back to my very young days, when I was maybe five. On Sundays sometimes, after church, we would go for drives. Occasionally, he would stop at some grocery, buy a day-old bread loaf, and then take us to a local park where we would feed the ducks. I loved feeding the ducks. Noisy, quacking creatures, but they would come up around us as we tore bits of bread off each slice and tossed it to them. They would zero in as a cluster, each trying to be the one to get that bit of bread. The way the brass duck’s head is raised still evokes those sun-lit days and the sound of flocks of ducks.

I often say to people that there is power in physical objects. And yet, I don’t always consider it in how that truth affects me. But today, sitting here at my desk, looking at the Larousse, I muse on the value of this book. It is precious to me, even though it is an older edition, even though some of the pages are coming loose from the binding, even though the dust jacket is slightly worn. It isn’t just the objective value of it as a good reference for mythology, or the years of use I have gotten from it. And it isn’t even “just” that it is a gift from my father who has been gone from me for twenty years. It is that it was a gift selected specifically for me, not random chance, not “this year’s popular gift,” but something that he, in his love for me, based on his careful attention to me, knew I would love.

What a talent for parenting he had. What a blessing it is to have been loved so. It is a pleasure to be able to say this, to have these memories to think of and rejoice in.

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