Greetings o' nobal followers of the world. I must admit I've actually been busy lately. Obviously there is my comic that i'm writing (more on that in a minute) however I have also been talking to Noel Clarke via e-mail about his comic that he is writing and sending my artwork for him to consider. although i'm not sure i'm the right artist for the job so I doubt there will be nothing more said about it. But it is a big step in the right direction for me.
Anyway onto more news, I'm still writing my comic script and doing some designs for characters. Now I've written a new character that appears in the parallel world in my comic. She is what can only be described as a Designer and is a major part of the mystery. Her entire presence forces my script into the thrid act of the story and brings new conflicts to a head. The main question is why is this young woman sat on the beach drawing scenes that have yet to unfold and what is Nate's connection to her??? Plus I've written a location called the Solar Beach where there are more mysteries than you can believe. say goodbye to your sanity!!! And the object that is the heart of Lilith! the most bizarre object in the entire story. oh the joys of keeping track of my story.
Also I've officially re-started Twitter again, so follow me on there. Its always nice to have people who know you reading what randomness you have to say... paulisarebel is my screen name. but i'm sure you can all find me if you look hard enough.
And to close the song of the moment is Treasure by Flyleaf. enjoy
Wednesday 25 August 2010
Monday 23 August 2010
Friday 13 August 2010
We've got bills to pay and nothing figured out, but that doesn't matter when all the city lights are in the water
I was on the bus earlier and this old couple were sat in front of me, and I noticed that the old gentleman was reading the Daily Sport. Interesting I thought to myself. Then I heard him say to his wife "I say darling, there isn't much Sport in this paper." That old man is a legend.
Just thought I would share that bit of real life comedy to begin with. Well anyways, as with British summer time, the weather has become gloomy and overcast with lots of rain. oh the joys. however it has given me time to work on my writing and such business. I recently decided that I would go back to my original poetic inspiration from the first time I wrote a poem in the summer of 2007, whilst laying on my oddly clean bedroom floor listening to my first record in about a year- Taylor Swift's first album (yes she was around before most of the crazy follow the hype people caught onto her *Shock/Horror!*) So yes I was scribbling all the feelings that I like to repress onto paper, whilst singing along to Taylor Swift (even her new song [more info on that one soon]) and I actually came up with some strangely good or pleasing stanzas (not versus as I have often referred to them as) and they may be cliche but for once I don't care. I'm not at university, I'm not trying to write a poem that reflects me as a writer whilst trying to not be cliche or remove every part of my identity as a writer. Maybe thats why I struggle with poetry, because unlike with my fiction I can't create the world, poetry has to have some emotional connection in my mind. with my fiction I tend to try involve the reader and make my work ambigious, but still have a connection to emotions, however not as clear as poetry.
Anyway here is one of the stanzas (not verses) that I wrote, the poem it is attached to is currently being editted, so this stanza is a sample.
They told me you had a shield for combat in the field,
But I'm a rebel, with nothing figured out
in the streetlight...
And I remember that talk at 1:25am
I found a hole and broke down the wall.
Spoke of things in the clearest way only to leap off the cliff
cause I'm a flight-risk
drowned in miscommunication
too scared and scarred from the fields 100 miles away.
Wounds will heal and wounds will emerge
But i've still got blood melting the ice shield between...
If you haven't noticed, I'm a fan of long stanzas cause I like imagery in a way... mainly I like to talk and write thou. Anyway thats all I have for now, and the song for this post is Taylor Swift- Mine. enjoy my followers
Just thought I would share that bit of real life comedy to begin with. Well anyways, as with British summer time, the weather has become gloomy and overcast with lots of rain. oh the joys. however it has given me time to work on my writing and such business. I recently decided that I would go back to my original poetic inspiration from the first time I wrote a poem in the summer of 2007, whilst laying on my oddly clean bedroom floor listening to my first record in about a year- Taylor Swift's first album (yes she was around before most of the crazy follow the hype people caught onto her *Shock/Horror!*) So yes I was scribbling all the feelings that I like to repress onto paper, whilst singing along to Taylor Swift (even her new song [more info on that one soon]) and I actually came up with some strangely good or pleasing stanzas (not versus as I have often referred to them as) and they may be cliche but for once I don't care. I'm not at university, I'm not trying to write a poem that reflects me as a writer whilst trying to not be cliche or remove every part of my identity as a writer. Maybe thats why I struggle with poetry, because unlike with my fiction I can't create the world, poetry has to have some emotional connection in my mind. with my fiction I tend to try involve the reader and make my work ambigious, but still have a connection to emotions, however not as clear as poetry.
Anyway here is one of the stanzas (not verses) that I wrote, the poem it is attached to is currently being editted, so this stanza is a sample.
They told me you had a shield for combat in the field,
But I'm a rebel, with nothing figured out
in the streetlight...
And I remember that talk at 1:25am
I found a hole and broke down the wall.
Spoke of things in the clearest way only to leap off the cliff
cause I'm a flight-risk
drowned in miscommunication
too scared and scarred from the fields 100 miles away.
Wounds will heal and wounds will emerge
But i've still got blood melting the ice shield between...
If you haven't noticed, I'm a fan of long stanzas cause I like imagery in a way... mainly I like to talk and write thou. Anyway thats all I have for now, and the song for this post is Taylor Swift- Mine. enjoy my followers
Wednesday 11 August 2010
Teenage dreams, angry music and skin tight jeans... is this our new life?
Well its been a while since I last wrote a post... doesn't sound right does it? Hmm, ok, its been a while since I blogged (sounds better) so I thought I would let you all catch up with me and my immature life.
So I've been working hard on my comic and so far have created this story with two worlds and the question is the hero called Nate dead or alive. the main question is did he die on the operating table after his accident or was he subject to the torturous operations that the Raising Project forced upon him. Its all turning out quite mind boggling, and only I, the arcitect of this boggling scene that unfolds before me knows where its heading... or I should. The fact is that i'm getting so involved with the characters stories that I don't want to see them reach the end of there road. This has led to the original idea of 8 issue compact story begin to manifest into a whole world of story lines in this small concept I created under the influence of my own madness. I've even become so involved that i have changed the name of one of the characters because the character was based on a person close to me, this attachment to the character was preventing me from hurting the character in any and all ways possible. Personally, I think that some comics are flawed because the writers make the character of stone and can not turn it over to see the gritty and dirty underneath of characters. Think Superman, how can he be stopped? kryptonite hasn't worked, nor has magic and Doomsday certainly failed to do a decent job of keeping him dead. Spiderman occasionally gets a hard hitting storyline like "The night Gwen Stacy Died" or "Sins Past". and don't get me started on Batman... is Bruce Wayne even back as Batman yet? stupid Grant Morrison. Anyway, I feel that to make the story more interesting for writer, artist and reader, the characters have to suffer, and not the whole "oh no, i have power but i couldn't stop someone from harming those close to me!" madness. cross the line between right and wrong, make the harsh choices. why yesterday I wrote two pages where innocent girl Alexis betrayed Carlos for her Fathers personal gain and stabbed him in the back literally. She showed no remorse for severing the nerves and his spinal cord. These are human characters who have to decide when to cross the line, not fall down on the side of right and wrong.
Anyways on other news, nightlife is the same and dull, work sucks and uni can't come around soon enough. so thats all i got for now. and in keeping with tradition, i want everyone to get onto youtube and listen to the following songs
Katy Perry- Teenage Dream
The Pretty Reckless- Miss Nothing
Do it now... muhaha. so i'm off to work, so i'll post something soon. have fun and enjoy my wonderful followers
ps if anyone can bring Smallville back from its dull and predictable storylines in these days its Geoff Johns... Absolute Justice was amazing plus Stargirl was spot on... thank you mister Johns.
So I've been working hard on my comic and so far have created this story with two worlds and the question is the hero called Nate dead or alive. the main question is did he die on the operating table after his accident or was he subject to the torturous operations that the Raising Project forced upon him. Its all turning out quite mind boggling, and only I, the arcitect of this boggling scene that unfolds before me knows where its heading... or I should. The fact is that i'm getting so involved with the characters stories that I don't want to see them reach the end of there road. This has led to the original idea of 8 issue compact story begin to manifest into a whole world of story lines in this small concept I created under the influence of my own madness. I've even become so involved that i have changed the name of one of the characters because the character was based on a person close to me, this attachment to the character was preventing me from hurting the character in any and all ways possible. Personally, I think that some comics are flawed because the writers make the character of stone and can not turn it over to see the gritty and dirty underneath of characters. Think Superman, how can he be stopped? kryptonite hasn't worked, nor has magic and Doomsday certainly failed to do a decent job of keeping him dead. Spiderman occasionally gets a hard hitting storyline like "The night Gwen Stacy Died" or "Sins Past". and don't get me started on Batman... is Bruce Wayne even back as Batman yet? stupid Grant Morrison. Anyway, I feel that to make the story more interesting for writer, artist and reader, the characters have to suffer, and not the whole "oh no, i have power but i couldn't stop someone from harming those close to me!" madness. cross the line between right and wrong, make the harsh choices. why yesterday I wrote two pages where innocent girl Alexis betrayed Carlos for her Fathers personal gain and stabbed him in the back literally. She showed no remorse for severing the nerves and his spinal cord. These are human characters who have to decide when to cross the line, not fall down on the side of right and wrong.
Anyways on other news, nightlife is the same and dull, work sucks and uni can't come around soon enough. so thats all i got for now. and in keeping with tradition, i want everyone to get onto youtube and listen to the following songs
Katy Perry- Teenage Dream
The Pretty Reckless- Miss Nothing
Do it now... muhaha. so i'm off to work, so i'll post something soon. have fun and enjoy my wonderful followers
ps if anyone can bring Smallville back from its dull and predictable storylines in these days its Geoff Johns... Absolute Justice was amazing plus Stargirl was spot on... thank you mister Johns.
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