AMULET

See, fresh links already. I don't know much about the graphic novel, Amulet, this site covers but it's a fascinating look at the process of producing a graphic novel, not to mention some spiffy insight into just what a bear the creative process is in general. (h/t el Gabo at PA)

Note to self -- the Scholastic program's acceptance of graphic novels is worth checking out for both future business and an article.

New Year's Resolutions

-- Less whinging about snow. Although, seriously, people ...

(EDIT: Fuck that. It's -17 C with a windchill of -30. I call FOUL, suh!)

-- Tagged articles. "Conversations with Tyrone" may be its own tag. Hell, just those entries alone would probably support more blog traffic than everything else combined ...

-- More pilot/tv blogging. I was waiting to see if we could recover more of the shots I took during the shoot, but no, the drive's fragged. So we return picture-less soon.

-- More cackling over Huckabee and Ron Paul. And despair over the prospect of a Clinton caucus win. So that balances out.

-- Notes on transferring from hardware dependency to an information cloud. That is, more writing as I'm doing now on my damn liquid sex Asus Eeepc, with scripts and documents composed with online/open source programs, and less reliance on gadgetry and tech-clutter. At the risk of sounding filthily pretentious, I'd like to see if it's possible to just be a floating... information node rather than a discrete bit of walking data and chips. For what it's worth I've written the previous two issues of Blue Beetle on Google Docs. Can I run a TV show on such software? Write scripts, or a novel? I don't know. Let's find out.

-- More agitating for the end of The Clown Show, also known as the Bush Republican Theory of Governance. We get it -- you don't like the government *. So stop trying to run it, and leave it to people who will actually use it in a constructive manner. Oh, and there'll be more Baby Boomer slagging in there for you.

-- More screenwriting program/book reviews. And answering reader questions. So send 'em.

-- More alt media articles, including a few I'm tuning for publication.

-- Excerpts from the Doomed (pulp sci fi) Novel. If only so Geoff and Wil can keep me honest.

-- More success stories about people reclaiming storytelling and physical production from Hollywood. C'mon people, a mid-sized Midwestern college probably has more and better film equipment than half the Canadian industry, and they managed to make Corner Gas. Knock our socks off and steal our jobs. Nothing would delight me more. As ever, the central mantra of this site is: "COME GET MY JOB." You know you'd be better at it. So sack up and ride.

-- Links. Like this one to Gawker media's surprisingly unsucky sci fi site i09. It, stunningly, feels like real geek, not just condescending fan service. Go forth.

-- It's the 21st Century. Break more stuff.

Happy New Year to you and yours. See you soon.



* (and gays. and brown people. and the FUCKING FUTURE.)

Merry Frikkin' Christmas

Yes, it was one of those "I'll post tomorrow, right after I figure out what's wrong with this computer" weeks, terminated only by said computer finally winding up in the shop and me dragging out the old Windows box backup. We should be back up to speed momentarily.

In the meantime, because Tyrone demanded it:

Tyrone: On the roof?
John: Yeah, with rain coming Sunday, just didn't want that much snow up there. So I climbed up and shifted a couple -- hmm, snow's between 10-30 lbs/cf -- yup. A couple tons.
Tyrone: So you shoveled.
John: Beth's done a bunch too, but yes, almost every day since end of November. Why do you sound surprised? I'm very handy.
Tyrone: I've known you ten years. I don't think I've ever seen you actually hold a tool.
John: My pen is my tool.
Tyrone: Exactly.
John: You sonuva -- Fine.



Happy Holidays to all. Bloody Hell.

Oh, and again, just so it's not a post of naught but whinging -- my new personal hero:

Blue Beetle #25

Just because I'm too angry to blog about the government right now -- seriously, they would come and get me if I actually typed what I'm feeling -- doesn't mean I'm not writing non-screenplay material. Second Year arc of Blue Beetle closes out with issue #25. Here's the solicit cover for #25, out in March. I'm posting it just because I think Rafael hit this one with the fat of the bat. This year ends with a three-parter which wraps up Beetle's origin mystery -- and a couple mysteries in the Beetle legacy that are something like thirty years old, now that I think about it. That's a full two years spent on Jaime's origin, and as opposed to the "Hey, you've got powers now!" bang-off intro most characters get. Some people found this a little off-speed. Giff originally envisaged taking this much time, and I think it makes a difference. Our guy has a (small but) devoted following, and is an actual character who reads in an identifiable, consistent manner when he pops up in other titles. I'm just happy DC gave us the time to do it this way.

For those of you still pissy over Ted's death -- actually if you're reading the book, you've long since forgiven all. But let's just say that line up on the cover ain't a coincidence.

And for those of you who are still concern-trolling over Jaime being Hispanic, and hey you're not a racist but that might alienate other readers ... bite me. Seriously. It's the 21st Century. Get over it, go in the basement and rend your garments over Sodom Yat references and leave those of us who want to have a little fun alone.

For the other twelve of you who read the book or care about comics -- Year Three stories will be in a slightly different format. It's been interesting, learning how to write comics while an actual readership watches and comments. Year One was "Who is the Jaime Reyes", where we spent an entire year hashing out his supporting cast, mainly hanging about in El Paso. Trying to make him a full character with a life. Family, friends, actual life goals that don't involve cape stuff, just a teenager with an otherwise full life who happens to have a homicidal bug suit welded to his spine. Year Two -- really starting with #11 -- was "How Does Jaime Fit into the DCU?", where we integrated Jaime -- and his family, of course --


-- into the general superheroing business. In Year One, Keith did all the plotting and pacing, while I learned to script and work with the artists. In Year Two we went from the long intro to a series of one-and-dones. This was to both capitalize on the new folks coming to the book after we started getting shiny reviews, but also just so I could learn how to write one-offs. They're tricky as hell, but they really force you to boil down the essence of the character and conflict. A bit like writing wind-sprints. Year Three will be one long story but broken up into three or four distinct adventure arcs of three-four issues each. This is the more traditional storytelling pacing right now, and it'll be interesting to try that structure.

Every writing you do, in whatever format, informs all your other writing. Somewhere along the line I'll wind up using some trick I picked up scripting comics while writing a TV show or movie. Never assume any medium or even genre has more or less intrinsic worth than any other, when it comes to adding wrenches to the toolbox.

Best New Show: LIFE

With the strike-shortened season pretty much wrapped, I'm making it official. Seriously. All eleven are frikkin' tight. (Okay, the videogaming one - eh.) They tied up one of the main mysteries without killing the engine of the show. And yet, if it disappears now, it's like a British show -- story mission accomplished.

Best NEW network show of the year.

Even the occasional attempts to remind us that Sarah Shahi is gorgeous instead of allowing us to just enjoy the fact that she can hit a joke were thwarted.

Start your BitTorrents.

(NOTE: Some of you will insist Pushing Daisies is the best new show. It may be the most different. But a.) I don't see how it functions much past Season One, where I can project how Damian Lewis ad Sarah Shahi entertain me for many years to come and b.) the show is so twee, I must admit I only really tune in to watch Chi McBride rain on their parade.)

"I Saw You Looking at Agnosticism's Ass!"

Laptop crashed just as I started blogging again. And it's a MAC PRO. What are the odds of that? It's just stuck in boot-up, little wheel a'spinnin.

Even more insanely, it's Boot Camped. On a whim, before I brought the thing over to a Mac Repair joint (no Apple mothership in Ottawa), I booted into Windows -- which is how I'm updating right now.

Wow, Microsoft actually wins one.

I refuse to blog politically on a day when Congress is wasting time debating a resolution to declare Christmas is important.

You know, for a religion that survived centuries of persecution under the greatest Empire in existence, and then went on to convert billions of people over the following centuries, and is so entrenched as a moral framework in America that every Presidential candidate (hell, 99% of politicians in general) has to claim to be not just a follower but a devout follower ...

... Christianity's been acting kind of needy lately. Like, "crazy girlfriend who suddenly believes you're thinking about how to pack your shit in ways she won't notice and sneak it out to the car, and so perversely thinks the way to keep you from bolting is to demand you tell her she's super pretty every hour, which, ironically, is what actually prompts you into thinking about packing your shit, even though you weren't before but now ..." needy.

Come on, Christianity. Stay classy.

Had This Dream Last Night

Thank you, Warren.

Said the Bishop to the Actress

Inappropriate children POP UP BOOKS, thanks to the fine Goons.

Negotiations Update

Because Craig Mazin (congrats on the directing debut, bud) knows actual important people, he can get them to give very specific and well written updates on where the writer's strike stands. Go check it out if you're the type of person this sort of thing matters to. Or the type of person to whom this sort of thing matters. It's Grammar Saturday.

About to Cut Open the Tauntaun

Tyrone: How are you settling in?
John: Good, good. I thought I might get a little depressed, you know post-pilot depression layered on the first real winter. Been shoveling almost every day, and it's been pretty dark pretty early, PLUS of course the strike means I'm a workaholic with no work. But I think I'm holding it together.
Tyrone: What are you doing today?
John: After I talk to you? Nothing. I was about to go to bed when you called. I'm whipped.
Tyrone: ...
Tyrone: You guys are three hours ahead.
John: Yep.
Tyrone: It's four-thirty in the afternoon.
John: ...
John: ... uh-oh.


Let's just say (constant snow) + (no work) + (Mass Effect) = pants optional lifestyle.

Actually, Mass Effect and Tabula Rasa being released at the same time when I'm NOT allowed to work? That's as close as I've come to a Son of Sam-like experience of God trying to tell me something.

I'll finish up the pilot-shoot experience posts this week - I don't think that counts as promotion, it's more educational for the Spec Monkeys, so I don't think I'm in violation of Strike Rules. Also, I can heartily recommend as snowed-in entertainment:

Grimwood's End of the World Blues -- near-future crime thriller tied to far-future mystery. If you've ever wondered where your 2018 AD British expat sniper and timelost cosplay princess vs Tokyo crimelords pulp novel is, wonder no more.

M. John Harrison's Light -- Quantum mechanics, interstellar chase scenes, time travel mysteries, and serial killer mathematicians. And it's not even the plotting. There's a paragraph on every Harrison page that's just such fine writing, it makes me want to quit.

Charles Stross, Glasshouse -- I'll actually go against the grain here (and I know Charles swings by, so apologies) and say that although I dug this, I didn't dig it as much as everyone else did. Once you're into the gag -- and it's an exceedingly fine gag -- the playground suddenly seems smaller. That is, I love Stross when he roams, as in the early chapters of Accelerando. This is all shorthand, I suppose, for "Write the goddam third Eschaton book, Charles."

Ken Levine retells the origin of the famous POV episode of MASH. Note to all young writers: that great idea you have to break format? You are stealing it from MASH. Even BSG steals from MASH. Its okay. Just have a little respect for ht elegacy, that's all.

Oh, and the XBox 360 now handles Divx digital files. Don't say I didn't warn ya when we're all working for the Microsoft network. Do not underestimate the value of a box that's already attached to the fun screen.

That's enough for a warm-up. Thanks for the patience during the downtime.






... And not to complain, but who the hell does a semi-famous geek need to blow to playtest 4th Editon, for chrissake?

Of course, if I find out Wheaton's playtesting and he's been holding out on me, I will be crushed. No pun intended.