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Hey guys, me again.
So like I think got mentioned earlier, we’ve been doing a page a week for a little while to get a few pages ahead on the comic before we transition into Chapter 3. Chapter 3 has some fun stuff, like fight scenes! (Looking forward to seeing how Nicoy does those). We only got three this month, though.
If nobody realized, Kim’s birthday was a few days ago. Wish her a happy birthday.
I still have to write page 15! (Ehehehe, I am sorry Kim, I have the day off today and it’s on the big list of things I couldn’t do during my normal work schedule). It should be the final page of this chapter of the comic, so I want to do it right and I’m still mulling over just how. We do have the general outline set though, once again due to my writing partner’s foresight and divinity-like planning and discipline.
In other news, lately I’ve dropped 3 dollars on a basic, small sketchbook, which I don’t actually use for sketching. I’ve decided to call it the “car list”. Someone told me once that our memories are somewhat spatially based, and that’s true for me. Every time I sit down in my car, I remember all the stuff I have to do. When I open the door and step out, I forget it all. So now I have a little book in my day bag that’s the car list. I’ve always done well with schedulers but get somewhat figity with them so I figured I’d just make my own from a book of blank paper. Not so much a scheduler as a running to-do list.
Someone else I ran into was talking about using sticky notes, and doing around three important things per day for the small boost of success without draining yourself? Figured I’d try it.
Christmas season’s coming up soon, so the freight’s increased. My day job’s driving a commercial truck, so every time I set foot on the job site, it’s like, an 11-13 hour day now. I’m beginning to doubt my decision to stay in Hawaii. I was getting paid more overall for cross-country, and there was a bed in the truck. And the truck had air conditioning. I have never lived somewhere without air conditioning until now.
Hopefully I’ll survive until next page. See you guys then. – Mike.
Okay so today I learned that I’ve been failing to put our blog posts in the right place and Kim’s been going behind me and putting them in the right place.
Oops. I’m sorry. Thank you.
So I’m looking at going to a book signing by the writer of Monstress, Marjorie Liu. She’s doing this thing over at the local Barnes & Noble in Honolulu, at the Ala Moana center.
I was excited enough about this that I actually sort of forgot what day it was supposed to be and went early? Because apparently I have the attention span of a goldfish.
A lot of comics open with the violence, or with a punch in the face; back in Chapter 1’s beginning, ours didn’t. When I think about it, and some of our decisions back then stylistically, it actually reminds me a little of the Empowered comic, by Adam Warren. It started out as a few sketch commissions of a sexy damsel in distress, became a little popular, and then the story picked up around issue 2 or 3, and became something that I really enjoyed reading. Similarly, all of our issue 1, to me, feels a lot like a love letter to our artist, Nicoy. When we handed the issue to Jason Simpson, one of the voice-cast actors of the Dragon Prince Netflix series at our local Honolulu Comic Con, the first comment he made flipping through was that it was beautiful and when writing that issue I really wanted to give Nicoy the ability to embellish. Some of the pages were even her suggestions, particularly the splash page at the end.
THIS PAGE RIGHT HERE is where stuff starts getting real, for me. Someone I read once wrote something like, “when writing about war, don’t write about the big armies or the battles; write about the discarded child’s doll in the street gutter.” We’ve been hearing a little about this conflict before, but now you get to see it. ~ Mike.
Next update is Oct 9, 2019.
Salient Caligation updates next Wednesday, Oct 2 for Ch 3.
Hello. Mike here. Took me an entire month to get around to this, but better late than never, and I’m going to try to be more studious about filling in the blog posts here from now on; Kim does an excellent job, and works her butt off, and I often take her for granted. Thank you, Kim, from the bottom of my heart.
So. September 11th.
Actually September 11th was part of the reason I ended up joining the Navy, and going to college, and I’m not exactly sure if I ever shared this with anyone in particular but it seems like a good note to remember the day by. After all, if a forest gets burned, sometimes the foliage that grows back is more beautiful for it, and I think people are a little like that as well. I think September 11th, rather than having the Terrorists’ intended effect, planted as many positive seeds in this country than negative ones, and one of those seeds took hold in me.
I went home after watching the towers go down in the library room of my middle school, and I told my grandfather that I wanted to join the Army. I was pretty adamant about it at the time, though I don’t believe he took a thirteen year old very seriously. A few years later in High School, when an army recruiter was passing by, I handed him my name. At seventeen, I wanted my grandfather to sign me a waiver. I wanted to go and fight. I felt like it was the right thing to do. Though that would lead me to disappointment down the road, more times than I can recall or count, it was a strong feeling at the time.
So my grandfather, a Naval veteran of WWII, made me a deal.
My grandparents were not wealthy by any means, and my family has always been firmly middle class until recent times, but he told me he’d pay for my college if I’d agree to take an ROTC officer program instead. So when I graduated, I went to college. Man, did I make a mess of that, but it set me on another path entirely.
I joined the Air Force ROTC down in Carbondale, Illinois, and I went to college for about a year and a half. As it turned out, the ROTC were the only classes in which I particularly excelled. I ended up in a minor leadership position, which rotated, and I can’t remember exactly what it was called – I had a lot of fun sitting down with my detachment members and planning pranks against the other flights. I could march, recite the slogans, all of that pretty nonsense that has nothing to do with actual work, but was a lot of starry eyed fun for a boy my age.
I had a relationship go bad on me in the meanwhile. My grades were suffering, I was on an academic probation list by the second year, and I had a serious decision to make – did I buckle down to my studies, as an English major, or did I go the way of one of our flight members, and just up and enlist instead of waiting?
I’m sorry to say I disappointed my Grandfather. I declined what was essentially, for me, a free ride through college, found a Naval recruiter, and I dropped out of college (the first time) and enlisted.
I’ve had so many experiences involving the service since then, good and bad, as most things tend to be. I’d like to think, for those four years, that I gave good service in spite of myself. But September 11th put the idea in my head to go, and so I went.
That’s how I honored them.
