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A New-Old Project

What is the meaning of the naked piano player?  Remember the naked guy playing at the beginning of episodes of Monty Python’s Flying Circus?  I had a friend who painted a naked boy playing piano in high school art class.  He was a band geek.  He later proved to be gay.  I asked him why he painted that.  He said, “That’s me being creative.”

My oldest son is now in the Marine Corp boot camp at San Diego.  He says in his first letter home that things are going great.  He was a self-taught piano player.  He played beautiful music, including classical pieces by Mozart, by ear.  He even composed his own music.   That was him being creative.  So, why did he want to become a Marine and be regimented and told what to do?

Before I started this crazy naked-piano-player drawing, I had a dream.  I was performing in front of an audience, naked.  I should’ve been embarrassed out of my old mind.  But I wasn’t.  I think it was because that was me being creative.  Sometimes total randomness and surprise is creativity.  Definitely being completely open and honest with the audience, being naked, if you will, is being creative.

So here is the start of another colored pencil Paffooney project.  I think I will call it, “Baring the Creative Soul.”

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I will keep you posted on my colored-pencil progress.  This is just the initial sketch in graphite.  It does not mean I am contemplating learning piano, or deciding I have suddenly become gay after 57 years.  It means, “This is me being creative.”

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Cody and the Eagle

One of the factors that allowed me to learn cartooning was the fact that I would copy anything Disney.  I copied all kinds of Disney characters.  I drew Disney princesses, Duckburg Ducks, Dopey, Lady and the Tramp, Goofy, Mickey, and Tinkerbell.  This is not complete list.  Now, I know copying is plagiarism.  I know I will never make these characters my own.  But Disney taught me to draw.  I picked up on many Disney techniques.  Walt Kelly eyes… rubber hose arms… child-faces… cartoon animals… eagles…  Well, here’s a sample of my bald-faced thievery of Disney ideas.

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Cardinal Nation

I am resolutely and without a doubt a St. Louis Cardinals’ Fan.  I have been since Bob Gibson, Lou Brock, Ken Boyer, and the 1964 team.  I used to love to listen to the Minnesota Twins lose baseball games on radio when I was a child, listening to the games when we went to Grandma Beyer’s house on Sunday afternoons.  Great Grandpa Raymond, Grandma’s dad, was in his nineties, and rooting for the Twins to get a series.  But one time he turned on Grandma’s RCA Victor color television set in ’64 and the Cardinals were playing winning ball.  Red and white, color and drama, the team you decided to root for could actually win!  Who knew?  Great Grandpa is responsible for my fierce love of a game that is usually slightly more exciting than paint drying.  And it was all about numbers!  Lou Brock stole how many bases?  Bob’s ERA was how low?  Ken Boyer had what fielding percentage on third base?  And I hate math!  But I kept score.  We couldn’t get Cardinals games on our TV at home, in black and white and plywood.  But we could get Cubs games on Channel 3, and the Cubs played the Cardinals a lot!   Most games were followed in the daily Globe Gazette, the Mason City newspaper.

So, to my dying day I will continue to live for baseball.  And I know it is a totally irrational thing.  If you cut me, I will bleed Cardinal red.  And that’s the honest truth.

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And Sunday, I pitched a no-hitter on the Xbox where I have a copy of MLB ’04 with Albert Pujols as a Cardinal on the cover!  And I know that it only means that now that I am retired I am spending far too much time playing computer games, even if it was only a no-hitter on rookie level.  It was a no-hitter!!!!  One fielding error away from a perfect game!!!!  Don’t tell me to stop shouting!!!!  You can’t really hear excessive exclamation points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, and the Cardinals are in first place in their division again.  In September when it counts.  Thank you, God!  It’s great to be alive when you are a Cardinals’ Fan.

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Weird Writing Weekend

Many things have been happening in my life that drive it all crazily out of control.  The city is pushing me to do a home repair that is beyond my ability to pay for.  They will fine me more money I don’t have if I don’t do it.  I finally got my son into a school that has been keeping us out with paperwork nightmares that are entirely their fault, not mine.  And what does it all boil down to?  I have gotten some very good writing done.

In The Bicycle-Wheel Genius a very unusual character turns out to be the save-the-day sort of hero.

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A new set of plot developments occurred in The Magical Miss Morgan.  A new character appeared out of nowhere and became essential to the story, even though it was already plotted out completely differently.

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And I received my copy of my book contract in the mail for Snow Babies.  

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So, even when the grimness is at its grimmiest sort of grim… There are things that make me laugh.

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Hidden Kingdom… The Second Chapter

This little graphic novel thing is something I am going to take up and continue.  I will post more of it when I can, but Chapter 2 is not complete, so I will have to get back to work on it.

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I promise to try and get this lighter in the future.  I did not do this piece on gray paper.  That’s my light source letting me down.

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The Gawd Problem

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In my little town in Iowa there were only two Midwestern churches, a brown brick Methodist church and a beige-brick Congregational church.  Midwestern Christianity tends to be very brown or beige.  So I was raised believing in God.  I was taught that there was God the Father, God the Son, and the Holy Ghost.  Three people in one.  And, since Methodists, the religion of my parents and grandparents, were basically puritans, we were raised believing sex was dirty and shameful, possibly evil, and we should save up all our sexual energy for the one person in life that we would most love, as long as that person was the opposite sex and also pre-conditioned to believe that sex was evil and we should not enjoy it.

The thing is, deeply ingrained religious beliefs like that, based on faith and the words in the Bible, is almost the exact opposite that highly intelligent people who get turned on to science tend to believe.  I had the misfortune to locate myself directly in the middle between these two high-powered magnets that were destined to pull me in two opposite directions at the same time.  Why are such things always based on contradictions?  Religion depends on faith, which Mark Twain suggests means devoutly believing what you know ain’t so.   Science depends on evidence and experience, and rejects anything your heart tells you is true that conflicts with the evidence.  Is there no middle ground?  Of course there isn’t.

So what do I actually believe?    I am a Midwesterner to my very marrow.  I believe there is a God.  The universe has an intelligence, a spiritual element, and is deeper and wider than my mere five senses can verify.  In fact, Carl Sagan said in Cosmos that because we have intelligence and discernment, we ourselves make the universe conscious of itself.  This is a profound point.  The universe is alive and aware because our existence gives it those qualities.  That’s the basic truth at the center of Existentialism.  Existence precedes essence.  A rock has to exist before its “rock-ness” becomes real.  So I am an Existentialist who believes in God.

At this point many of the Christian people I know begin yelling at me.  “You can’t be both a Christian and an atheist!”  But I am not an atheist.  I believe in God.  Further, because I believe that love is the most necessary quality in the universe, I choose to be called a Christian because Jesus Christ preached forgiveness, helping the less fortunate, and everything else based on love.  I also understand that the other major religions of this world are, at their core, based on love.   So I call myself a Christian Existentialist (though I realize I could just as easily be a Buddhist Existentialist, or some other kind of Existentialist).    I love people, even the bad ones, the ugly ones, and the ones who disagree with me (meaning practically everyone).    I don’t wish to be stupid or blind.  I don’t wish to be unfeeling.  I think the Truth (with a capital “T”) lies between the poles.

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Mangled Metaphors and Purple Paisley Prose

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I have rather regularly been revising and editing old writing.  One thing I have discovered is that I am capable of the most gawd-awful convoluted sentences filled with mangled metaphors and ideas that can only be followed while doing mental back-flips or managing miracles of interpretation.    That last sentence is a perfect example of purple paisley prose.  Paisley, in case you didn’t know this, is a printed pattern on clothing or other cloth that makes an intricate design out of the basic twisted teardrop shape borrowed from Persian art.   The basic motif, the teardrop shape, is a leaf or vegetable design often referred to as the Persian pickle.  I write like that.  You can pick out the Persian pickles in this very paragraph.  Alliterations, mangled metaphors, rhyming words, sound patterns, the occasional literary allusion, personification, bungles, jungles, and junk.  “How can you actually write like that?” you ask.  Easy.  I think like that.

To make a point about mangled metaphors, let me visit a couple of recent scenes in novels I have been working on;

From The Bicycle Wheel Genius; page 189

Mike Murphy and Frosty Anderson sat at the kitchen table eating a batch of Orben’s pancakes, the twentieth try at pancakes, and nearly edible.  Mike could eat anything with maple syrup on it… well, maybe not dog poop, but these were slightly better than dog poop.

 

From The Magical Miss Morgan; page 7

Blue looked at Mike and grinned.  It was an impish and fully disarming grin.  It made Mike do whatever Blue said, even being willing to eat a lump of dog poop if she asked him to, though she would never ask him to.

So, here’s the thing.  Why is there a repetition of the dog-poop-eating metaphor?  In one case it is Mike Murphy expressing in metaphorical terms his love of maple syrup.  In the other, it is Mike Murphy expressing his love of Blueberry Bates’ dimpled grin.  He is a somewhat unique character, but why would anybody associate love with eating dog poop?  I don’t know.  I just wrote the dang things.

I like to take a convoluted plot and complicate it with complex sentences and numerous running gags, with a seasoned-sauce of mangled metaphors poured on top like gravy.  I will use sentences like this either to make you laugh, or give you a headache.  I’m almost sure it is one of those.  So if you have gotten this far in this post without a headache, then I guess it must be funny.

 

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Hidden Kingdom #3

Let me regale you with a tale of mice and men who’ve had too much ale and all are looking very pale…  Okay, enough of that nonsense.  Here’s the rest of chapter one;

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You see here the end of chapter one.  I am still in the process of trying to find all the pages for chapter two.  I will post here what I can find, and if there is interest, I may continue this project.

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Hidden Kingdom #2

Here’s the second installment with the left-out page 7…

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Okay, there you have pages 1 to 14 in two posts, badly photographed (the art is not that gray and dreary in real life, I promise).  I will post the remaining 7 pages of chapter 1 before the week is out.  I don’t know how much more of this I can still dig out, but I will try, and I work on this story to get it in a more publishable state. 

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The Hidden Kingdom

In the 1980’s I tried my hand at a graphic novel.  It didn’t go very far.  I applied to WaRP Graphics (Wendy and Richard Pini) for publications options.  They weren’t prepared to take the project on.  So, it has been in my portfolio in the closet for 30 plus years.  Here is a sample of the beginning;

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Okay, that is a sample of the silly saga… something I may post more of in the near future.

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