Monday, October 8, 2012
Moving forward...
Its been tough. I've had to put the third Gen-Eg book on hold to work on two other projects. One of which is The Fed which I published last week. I am very satisfied with that book and now I can focus on the second Smashed Infants book (which is way over due). And then finish the Gen-Eg draft. I really enjoy working on my creations, but it does take a long time to complete each (one man operation here).
For those going to the NYCC this week I will have a table in the small press area. Please stop by and say hello. It should be a great time. Thanks for your support!
Saturday, May 26, 2012
UPDATES!!!
Its been awhile since I updated this blog...its just not something I am used to. I've been busy, a new house, new attitude at work, and trying to get two projects back on track (they have been neglected because of the move.) The third Gen-Eg book is well underway, and I plan on it being available before this years' NYCC. Which brings up another thing. The Great time I had at the first annual Asbury Park Con. I would like to thank Cliff and all the guys from South Jersey for throwing the event. I met a lot of hopefully new fans and even sold some books. It was a great time had by all. The next up is another con in Asbury Park, I heard it will be Sept 29th but nothing is confirmed yet. I am also going to be at the NYCC as I mentioned before. The show itself over shadows the small unknown artists like myself but after doing it the last two years I could not pass it up. So if you are planning to go to this monster event please look me up in the small press area. Keep checking here or on Facebook for more events and changes coming up. Thanks.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
New interview!
I just happen to have this opportunity drop into my lap. Please check out this website, its pretty cool!
http://milscifi.com/files/inter-TB-G.htm
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Just great Sci-Fi...
Over the past week, I’ve enjoyed watching episodes of Battlestar Galactica on Hulu. For a while the episodes were only available on Hulu by buying their Hulu Plus network. There is no way I would do that, pay for more commercials???? Anyway that’s not the point. Some of the Galactica episodes I haven’t seen since they originally aired. And it was Fraking great! It’s been long enough that I don’t remember what was going to happen, so it was all new again!!! This led me to think of just how lucky I have been to witness/enjoy some major CLASSIC TV sci-fi shows and movies over the past three decades. These shows and movies as far as I’m concerned were milestones/breakthrough/ benchmark in the Sci-Fi world. These movies/shows have influenced so many things afterwards and continue to do so. To be clear these are my lists and you don’t have to agree with them, matters of fact make your own.
TV Icon Sci-Fi programs (in no particular order)
1) Farscape
2) Star Trek (original)
3) Battlestar Galactica (2003)
4) Firefly
5) Space Above and Beyond
6) Twilight Zone
Icon Sci-Fi Movies
1) Star Wars
2) Matrix
3) Predator
4) Alien
5) Aliens
6) Blade Runner
7) 2001 Space Odyssey
8) Road Warrior
9) The Thing (John Carpenters)- I wasn’t born for the first one
10) Avatar
Monday, October 24, 2011
2011 NYCC
Its been over for over a week and in many strange ways I miss it. For me the Con was a financial disaster, but I had a lot of fun and met some cool people. I also got to spend time with some dear old friends. I do believe that I am making great strides in my art, both professionally and personally. Of course I have miles to go before I can ever hope to support myself, but its a start.
That said here's a link to my interview (one of the first and definitely the first time I've ever been on Youtube)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VCAZNeRBRY&feature=autoshare
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Gen-Eg sample
Childhood
Commander Dockery followed the group of Military Special Projects Officers into the target building. As an unwanted observer from the Internal Security Directorate, the I.S.D. the other officers had been courteous but also standoffish. The Commander understood; not many people ever felt comfortable around members of the I.S.D. especially one who wasn’t invited. He knew there had been heavy infighting between the I.S.D. and military special branch hierarchy. Apparently, for now, the I.S.D. had won, and he was sent to observe the operation or should he say the end of it? He arrived late into an ongoing search and destroy mission, a nationwide investigation for terrorists. Several weeks before a group of criminals had hacked into several government directorates. Most attacks were minor, but they did grow in severity. The attack into the Power and Light Directorate was the worst. Five hundred miles of Westfor’s eastern seaboard found their electrical power shut off one busy afternoon. The deaths, damage, and sheer confusion that swept the affected area were severe. The I.S.D. was originally tasked with the investigation, and within days they had narrowed down the people who were responsible. They had three cells under surveillance, when the military suddenly stepped in. Overnight, the I.S.D. was given the backseat to the operation and the military’s special projects branch was put in charge. Now, the Commander had been sent to observe the military’s operation first hand.
Groups of military policemen now sealed the streets and access ways into the large building block. According to the surveillance teams, the terrorist cell was operating on the twelfth floor. Now after fifteen seconds after the military had given the covert strike team the go code, it was over. The strike team had responded that they had secured the target. As the group walked through the garbage-filled hallways, the Commander thought that somehow the strike had failed. The Commander smirked; somehow the targets must have slipped surveillance and escaped. He could not wait to report how the military had screwed up the operation; his superiors would be so pleased. As the officers entered the smoke-filled twelfth floor hallway, the Commander noticed a dozen armed soldiers of the strike team at key points. The Commander was stunned to see how young the soldiers were, they were children. He stopped and looked at a boy who must have been no older than twelve years old. The Commander stopped smiling when he saw the bodies of the dead terrorists being dragged out of the apartment and neatly lined up on the floor.
66 looked up at the tall I.S.D. Commander, the one who had been staring at him as if he knew. 66 turned away as the Officer walked past him and observed the clean team work. The young super soldier concealed his nervousness. He wondered if the Officer knew. He had to; he was an Officer. 66 felt both frightened and disappointed by his performance.
The Gen-Eg strike team had been given the target building layouts and photos minutes before the go code. The team leader quickly organized the roles of the assault force. 66 was given the task as the lead assaulter, the first through the door. As the team closed in on the apartment, the front door was rigged with explosives. Once set, the assault was green lighted. 66 followed the breeching explosion and entered the apartment. His training took over, and the team moved as they had been taught. 66 moved quickly to his assigned area of responsibility, where he encountered the first surprised terrorist. He then froze. The woman was standing in the kitchen holding a box of cereal, with a shocked expression on her face. To 66 she looked a lot like Mrs. Corwin. The similarity caused 66 to freeze. It only lasted seconds until another assaulter bumped into him as he passed 66. Then 66 reacted as he had been trained. He fired his compacted submachine gun into the woman’s chest. She screamed as she dropped, blood splattering onto the wall around her. 66 stared at her as she died on the dirty kitchen floor. He then moved on to clear the apartment. 66 eventually entered the living room which had been converted into a workshop. Tons of jerry-rigged computers and electronic gear crammed every inch of the living room. From floor to ceiling were machines and equipment. The team cleared the apartment, killing all the occupants as ordered. The terrorist leadership was to be arrested as they shopped in a nearby supermarket while the assault was taking place. Once the apartment was secured 66 walked back into the kitchen and looked at the woman he had killed. She seemed even more lifeless, as the pool of blood widened around her. At twelve years old, a lifetime of training and suffering, 66 had finally killed an enemy of the State. Something for which he had been created.
Commander Dockery followed the group of Military Special Projects Officers into the target building. As an unwanted observer from the Internal Security Directorate, the I.S.D. the other officers had been courteous but also standoffish. The Commander understood; not many people ever felt comfortable around members of the I.S.D. especially one who wasn’t invited. He knew there had been heavy infighting between the I.S.D. and military special branch hierarchy. Apparently, for now, the I.S.D. had won, and he was sent to observe the operation or should he say the end of it? He arrived late into an ongoing search and destroy mission, a nationwide investigation for terrorists. Several weeks before a group of criminals had hacked into several government directorates. Most attacks were minor, but they did grow in severity. The attack into the Power and Light Directorate was the worst. Five hundred miles of Westfor’s eastern seaboard found their electrical power shut off one busy afternoon. The deaths, damage, and sheer confusion that swept the affected area were severe. The I.S.D. was originally tasked with the investigation, and within days they had narrowed down the people who were responsible. They had three cells under surveillance, when the military suddenly stepped in. Overnight, the I.S.D. was given the backseat to the operation and the military’s special projects branch was put in charge. Now, the Commander had been sent to observe the military’s operation first hand.
Groups of military policemen now sealed the streets and access ways into the large building block. According to the surveillance teams, the terrorist cell was operating on the twelfth floor. Now after fifteen seconds after the military had given the covert strike team the go code, it was over. The strike team had responded that they had secured the target. As the group walked through the garbage-filled hallways, the Commander thought that somehow the strike had failed. The Commander smirked; somehow the targets must have slipped surveillance and escaped. He could not wait to report how the military had screwed up the operation; his superiors would be so pleased. As the officers entered the smoke-filled twelfth floor hallway, the Commander noticed a dozen armed soldiers of the strike team at key points. The Commander was stunned to see how young the soldiers were, they were children. He stopped and looked at a boy who must have been no older than twelve years old. The Commander stopped smiling when he saw the bodies of the dead terrorists being dragged out of the apartment and neatly lined up on the floor.
66 looked up at the tall I.S.D. Commander, the one who had been staring at him as if he knew. 66 turned away as the Officer walked past him and observed the clean team work. The young super soldier concealed his nervousness. He wondered if the Officer knew. He had to; he was an Officer. 66 felt both frightened and disappointed by his performance.
The Gen-Eg strike team had been given the target building layouts and photos minutes before the go code. The team leader quickly organized the roles of the assault force. 66 was given the task as the lead assaulter, the first through the door. As the team closed in on the apartment, the front door was rigged with explosives. Once set, the assault was green lighted. 66 followed the breeching explosion and entered the apartment. His training took over, and the team moved as they had been taught. 66 moved quickly to his assigned area of responsibility, where he encountered the first surprised terrorist. He then froze. The woman was standing in the kitchen holding a box of cereal, with a shocked expression on her face. To 66 she looked a lot like Mrs. Corwin. The similarity caused 66 to freeze. It only lasted seconds until another assaulter bumped into him as he passed 66. Then 66 reacted as he had been trained. He fired his compacted submachine gun into the woman’s chest. She screamed as she dropped, blood splattering onto the wall around her. 66 stared at her as she died on the dirty kitchen floor. He then moved on to clear the apartment. 66 eventually entered the living room which had been converted into a workshop. Tons of jerry-rigged computers and electronic gear crammed every inch of the living room. From floor to ceiling were machines and equipment. The team cleared the apartment, killing all the occupants as ordered. The terrorist leadership was to be arrested as they shopped in a nearby supermarket while the assault was taking place. Once the apartment was secured 66 walked back into the kitchen and looked at the woman he had killed. She seemed even more lifeless, as the pool of blood widened around her. At twelve years old, a lifetime of training and suffering, 66 had finally killed an enemy of the State. Something for which he had been created.
Challanging!
I have started the third Gen-Eg book, (among other projects). I have a basic plan in my head and outline. Now I have to create the details of the story. It's a interesting process...creating. For me sometimes the story and art just flow, other times its a tooth and nail fist fight. That's probably true with most artists. So i' juggling the multi projects with my job, my small social life and the pains of trying to buy a house.Honestly I would prefer to focus on just one thing at a time but that never seems to happen that way. Example Project "F" a traditional comic book about a men in black federal goon squad has been developing daily. I completely redesigned the main character and started on some of the panel sketches. The scrip isn't finished but the project is making headway. Strange process.
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