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I am currently living in Mirfield in Yorkshire, on the same street as the church that Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë attended for most of the Sundays in the 1830s.  I'm also a five minute drive from the priory where Robin Hood allegedly fired an arrow shortly before he died and told Little John to "Bury me where my arrow falls".  And thus I'm also a five-minute drive and an arrow shot away from Robin Hood's grave.  Much like the relative randomness of an arrow (but far less direct), I have been on a chance trip through English mythology and literature recently - not just Brontës and Merry Men, but also...

Baker Street

In Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's time, there was no 221b Baker Street.  Baker Street ended at 85, then became York Place and finally Upper Baker Street.  41b Upper Baker St is where I believe a geographical 221b Baker Street would have been placed, had it truly existed.  The Sherlock Holmes Museum is now numerically 221b according to the postal service, but it should really be 239 (since it's right between 237 and 241.)  Below is 'Doctor Watson's room' in the museum:

Doctor Watson's room

Next we have some props from a life drawing night which celebrated the 200th anniversary of Charles Dickens's birth.  I'm not much of a fan of Dickens's fiction itself, but I am of his advances in terms of serialisation as a medium.

 Dickens

The ten year-old me used to write and draw lengthy fanfiction in which my Gary Stu companion character (cleverly named Jordan Morris) travelled in the Tom Baker-era TARDIS.  I fulfilled one of his dreams:

TARDIS

And possibly one of his nightmares:

Daleks

Almost impossible to find and on a rural backroad that is equally difficult to traverse is Arthur's Stone, a 5000 year-old Neolithic tomb onto which King Arthur allegedly slew a giant (there's a giant elbow shape around the tomb.)

Arthur's Stone

I often hear people say that Stonehenge is a disappointment.  It totally wasn't.

Stonehenge

I've never seen so many hippie shops as there are in Glastonbury, but it's worth a trip just to see 'Avalon' - the Tor.

Glastonbury

Glastonbury View

This is why you shouldn't piss off the Sheriff of Nottingham:

Sheriff of Nottingham

Sherwood forest, including a sign from the Nottingham Police which amused me, considering the location.  Is it not okay to steal stuff from rich people's cars and give it to the poor?

Ironic sign.

Robin Hood

Sherwood

My old home in Oxford, the town that invented Middle Earth, Wonderland and Narnia.  Appropriately, considering my t-shirt, I bought my first Ben Folds Five CD (the 'Underground' CD single) while living in that house in 1995.

Oxford

Finally, a photo from my flying Ford Anglia, without which the journey could not have been possible:

Harry Potter

Hackneyed Hack: Swings and Roundabouts.

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My most-abhorred cliché at this moment is ‘swings and roundabouts’.  It seems to have resurged of late, despite the fact that it makes no semantic sense to anyone who is either hearing or speaking it.  The phrase tends to be used by economists and businesspeople and politicians, such as this statement last week by ousted Queensland Minister for Women, Karen Struthers: “Those are the swings and roundabouts.”  To use a far better cliché: WTF?

The full expression is along the lines of ‘what you lose on the swings, you make up on the roundabouts’ or, alternatively, ‘what you gain on the swings, you lose on the roundabouts.’  Do you want to take a guess at what it literally means?  Click ‘play’ below for thirty seconds of thinking music while I wait...



Did you get it?  Something about... losing speed driving around roundabouts when you could be bitten by a radioactive spider and swing from buildings instead?  Or... the money the government spends on making playgrounds comes from road tolls?  Or... the kinetic energy you gain while swinging on a swing in a playground is lost when you go on a roundabout?

The reason the cliché is so misused in the 21st century is because it refers to a practice that you and I have never done - paying to use the kinds of swings and roundabouts that you find at the local park.  To use a contemporary example, let’s say you go to Luna Park and don’t get an unlimited ride pass, you just pay for what you use.  On some days the Moon Ranger might be more popular than the Tango Train.  But there’s only so much money to go around, so although Luna Park might ‘lose’ money on the Tango Train, it ‘gains’ it on the Moon Ranger.

The phrase comes from P. G. Wodehouse’s 1910 novel Psmith in the City:

“‘How curious, Comrade Gregory,’ mused Psmith, as they went, ‘are the workings of Fate!  A moment back, and your life was a blank.  Comrade Jackson, that prince of Fixed Depositors, had gone.  How, you said to yourself despairingly, can his place be filled?  Then the cloud broke, and the sun shone out again.  I came to help you.  What you lose on the swings, you make up on the roundabouts.  Now show me what I have to do, and then let us make this department sizzle.  You have drawn a good ticket, Comrade Gregory.’”

Which is still about as transparent as a brick, so a more comprehensible use of of the phrase might be the hundred year-old poem ‘Roundabouts and Swings’ by Patrick Reginald Chalmers:

It was early last September nigh to Framlin’am-on-Sea,
An’ ‘twas Fair-day come to-morrow, an’ the time was after tea,
An’ I met a painted caravan adown a dusty lane,
A Pharaoh with his waggons comin’ jolt an’ creak an’ strain;
A cheery cove an’ sunburnt, bold o’ eye and wrinkled up,
An’ beside him on the splashboard sat a brindled tarrier pup,
An’ a lurcher wise as Solomon an’ lean as fiddle-strings
Was joggin’ in the dust along ‘is roundabouts and swings.

“Goo’-day,” said ‘e; “Goo’-day,” said I; “an’ ‘ow d’you find things go,
An’ what’s the chance o’ millions when you runs a travellin’ show?”
“I find,” said ‘e, “things very much as ‘ow I’ve always found,
For mostly they goes up and down or else goes round and round.”
Said ‘e, “The job’s the very spit o’ what it always were,
It’s bread and bacon mostly when the dog don’t catch a ‘are;
But lookin’ at it broad, an’ while it ain’t no merchant king’s,
What’s lost upon the roundabouts we pulls up on the swings!”

“Goo’ luck,” said ‘e; “Goo’ luck,” said I; “you’ve put it past a doubt;
An’ keep that lurcher on the road, the gamekeepers is out.”
‘E thumped upon the footboard an’ ‘e lumbered on again
To meet a gold-dust sunset down the owl-light in the lane;
An’ the moon she climbed the ‘azels, while a night-jar seemed to spin
That Pharaoh’s wisdom o’er again, ‘is sooth of lose-and-win;
For “up an’ down an’ round,” said ‘e, “goes all appointed things,
An’ losses on the roundabouts means profits on the swings!”


The next time someone uses the phrase ‘swings and roundabouts’ in your presence, ask them what they think their sentence means.  Or even better, before they get the chance to say anything just shake your head knowingly while throwing out the line “it’s Moon Rangers and Tango Trains”.
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Hamlet is William Shakespeare’s longest play.  (Well, unless The History of Cardenio or Love’s Labour’s Won was longer.)  For anyone who didn’t read or see Hamlet at school or sometime since (or for anyone who was supposed to read it for school but was actually busy doing something important), here are the HapaxNotes:

Act I scene i.

BARNARDO: A ghost!  Scary.

Act I scene ii.

CLAUDIUS: My brother had no pre-paid funeral plan.  Selfish!  So his widowed Queen and I decided to make it a wedding-funeral.

Act I scene iii.

LAERTES and POLONIUS: Ophelia, don’t be a tart!

Act I scene iv.

HAMLET: A ghost!  Sca...  Dad?

Which brings us to the noteworthy Act I scene v.

HAMLET'S FATHER'S GHOST: If thou didst ever thy dear father love...  Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther.

HAMLET: Murther?

FATHER'S GHOST: Murther most foul, as in the best it is; but this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

HAMLET: Oh...  You mean murder!  Haste me to know’t, that I, with wings as swift as meditation or the thoughts of love, may sweep to my revenge.

FATHER'S GHOST: The serpent that did sting thy father’s life now wears his crown.

HAMLET: My uncle?

FATHER'S GHOST: Ay.

So, Hamlet finds out that his father was murdered and says he’s going to avenge him immediately.  And what does he immediately do?

HAMLET: I’ll wipe away all trivial fond records, all saws of books, all forms, all pressures past that youth and observation copied there, and thy commandment all alone shall live within the book and volume of my brain... O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables! Meet it is I set it down that one may smile, and smile, and be a villain; at least I am sure it may be so in Denmark. [Writes.]  As I perchance hereafter shall think meet to put an antic disposition on...  The time is out of joint. O cursed spite that ever I was born to set it right!

HapaxNotes translation:

HAMLET: I’m going to wipe my brain of everything except revenge.  Because of that smiling, damned villain.  Ooh... that’s a good line.  I’m going to put that in my notebook.  “That... one... may... smile, and... smile, and... be... a... villain.”  Great stuff.  And this is a brilliant chance for me to use my acting skills - I’m going to pretend to be mad.  Yeah!  I wish I didn’t have to avenge my Dad... that’s really going to get in the way of all my writing and acting.

It takes Hamlet another four acts (or fifteen scenes) to avenge his father.  Which is about three hours for people watching the play, and couple of months in Hamlet-time.  So... why does he take so long even though he says he wants to do it?  It’s just to create drama isn’t it?  In real life if we want to do something we just do it, right?

Except we don’t.

Sigmund Freud came up with a structural model of the psyche, built of three theoretical constructs - the id, ego and super-ego.  But that’s a bit too cerebral and highbrow for us.  Instead, let's just type “I want” and “I want to” into Google to see what phrases it will predict.  Some are song lyrics (“I Want to Hold Your Hand”), some are clearly ‘how to’ or health enquiries (“I want to adopt a baby” or “I want energy”) and some are memes, YouTube video searches, TV shows, etc.  Nevertheless, below is a sample of the most typed “I want” phrases according to Google’s autocomplete.

Some seem simple:

I want pants
I want pet food
I want to name my car
I want to play a game


Some seem to me to be not too hard, with a bit (or a lot) of money or a trip to the doctor, optometrist, dentist or local drug dealer:

I want bees
I want braces
I want drugs
I want food
I want green eyes
I want furniture
I want girl-scout cookies
I want glasses
I want her dress
I want new teeth
I want nice things
I want red hair
I want to quit my job
I want to quit university
I want to travel
I want Vicodin
I want weed
I want white teeth
I want Xanax


Some may just need a bit of time or effort:

I want grey hair
I want my own room
I want really long hair
I want six pack abs
I want snow
I want to act
I want to be a billionaire
I want to move to America
I want to move to Canada
I want to open a bar
I want to own my own business
I want to be skinny
I want to change
I want to join the army
I want to join the police
I want to put on weight
I want to quit smoking
I want to quit sugar
I want to volunteer
I want to write a book


Some are closer to impossible:

I want dimples
I want everything
I want Kevin Rudd back
I want Ron Paul to win
I want to live forever
I want to yawn but can’t
I want zombie apocalypse to happen
I want zombies to be real
I want Zooey Deschanel’s hair

Some are disturbing:

I want death
I want junk mail
I want to be anorexic
I want to cut myself
I want to die
I want to eat people
I want to end my life
I want quadruplets
I want revenge
I want to join the Illuminati
I want to kill everybody in the world
I want to vote for Ron Paul
I want veins to stick out
I want viruses
I want XP back


Some are sad:

I want a boyfriend
I want bigger hips
I want death
I want friends
I want girlfriend
I want her
I want her back
I want him back
I want kids he doesn’t
I want out
I want to escape
I want to find love
I want to leave my husband
I want to quit drinking
I want to tell you
I want to vomit


And some are things that shouldn’t be too hard to do, but we tend to Hamlet out:

I want to ask a girl out
I want to change my life
I want to do something with my life
I want to eat healthy
I want to party
I want to talk about me


If you have time to complete an exercise: try being your own Google autocomplete.  Write or type “I want” and “I want to” as many times as you like, filling in the rest of the sentence with what you want.  When you’ve finished, have a look.  How many things are simple?  Not too hard?  Need time or effort?  Close to impossible?  Are disturbing?  Are sad?  Why is there a gulf between desire and action?  And ultimately, how many of the things you want are you actually working towards?

I have a to-do list.  The stuff on it is not too hard, and yet - like Hamlet - I’d rather write in my notebook than do the things on my list.  Or, in this case, write a thousand-word blog entry.

So maybe Hamlet is such a long play with good reason.

I Kind-of Want This.

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And... now I want this:

Round and Round Friendship is Magic

A 1:84 Chance of a Holiday.

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I have made it to the quarter-finals of the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Competition.  (Hurrah!)  I have realised that - whittled down from 10,000 original entrants - I am now statistically at a point where I have:

- a one-in-eighty-four chance of a return trip for two to the US with 3 to 5 nights in a hotel with $500.00 spending money.
- a 1 in 250 chance of a publishing deal with Penguin with a $15,000 advance.

That’s better than the lottery!  Things just got real.

At this point in the competition, my pitch and the first 5000 words of Round and Round have been reviewed by ‘Expert Reviewers’.  So far they have released two of the reviews for my novel, and the reviewers had three main criteria:

1. What is the strongest aspect of this excerpt?
2. What aspect needs the most work?
3. What is your overall opinion of this excerpt?

Fortunately in the ‘What aspect needs the most work?’ section, both reviewers just said that they don’t yet see what the connection is between the modern day setting and Ancient Rome/mythology, which is fair enough since I suspect that’s not clear from the first 5000 words of the novel.  And the rest of the reviews were awesome:

“Excellent writing skills!  Good pacing of the events and even flow from one scene to the next. The writer does an excellent job introducing each character in his/her own moment without cramming too many in at the same time.  Dialogue is well written and there is a thread of humor running through it all.  Characterisation is well done and each character seems distinct from the others.  Noah and Evie are clear personalities and there is just enough hinted about the other people mentioned to keep the reader waiting for an explanation about them ( e.g Sam Tier, Connor Harper)...  It was definitely a read that caught my interest.  Perhaps in the line of The Lightning Thief combined with The Benedict Society?  The author definitely has a gift for writing and does it well.”

“Tom and Huck go to Australia?  There is something in this tale that reminded me of Twain’s immortal pair and I found it almost instantly appealing.  Sebastian and Noah are clearly a pair to be reckoned with and I suspect that their activities are likely to make them legends at Waratah High.  Their (mis)adventures are the stuff that turn teachers and school administrators gray long before their time, but there may be a mystery to be solved here that will absolve them of all sins against conformity...  I liked the parts with Sebastian and Noah quite a lot and think that following the rest of their story will be an entertaining experience, so long as there isn’t too much intrusion from the ancient past.”

So I’m very happy.

Plus... if I win... it’s Penguin!  I love Penguin.  They shaped my life.  My bookcovers are basically just inverse Penguin 1930s covers.  Does anyone else remember getting Puffin Book Club order forms?  They’re the best things I remember from primary school!  And Penguin publish Chaucer and Jonathan Swift and Thomas Hardy and Wilkie Collins and Plato and Jane Austen and L. Frank Baum and Roald Dahl and Nabokov and Orwell and C. S. Lewis - the writers who shaped my life.  And even some authors who aren't dead!

Also they publish some guy called Mark Twain, who apparently writes books like Round and Round, but are set in America.

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Apparently at this point “Amazon customers can download, rate, and review Excerpts on Amazon.com, providing feedback to Penguin Editors about submissions.”  I’m not clear on how that works, but if anyone feels like reading my excerpt and/or giving it a glowing-yet-honest review, that would be beloved.  You just have to go here, click ‘buy’ (it’s free) and then read the 5000-word excerpt on Kindle or online in your browser on Kindle Cloud.  (Note that in the ABNA book descriptions on the product pages, the Amazon conversion ate all the apostrophes for competition entrants.  It doesn't affect mine too badly - just gives the unfortunate impression that I don’t know how to use apostrophes for possession.  For one of the other entrants it meant she ended up with the word ‘Pythagorass’ three times in her pitch.)

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Nonplussed.

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I discovered today that 'nonplussed' (which means 'surprised and confused') now also means 'not disconcerted' (i.e. the opposite of its actual meaning) in the US because users were so ignorant that they kept using it incorrectly. Seriously:

"In standard use nonplussed means ‘surprised and confused’, as in she was nonplussed at his eagerness to help out. In North American English a new use has developed in recent years, meaning ‘unperturbed’—more or less the opposite of its traditional meaning—as in he was clearly trying to appear nonplussed. This new use probably arose on the assumption that non- was the normal negative prefix and must therefore have a negative meaning. It is not considered part of standard English."

So now in the US the word has been rendered meaningless because it means its opposite. I'm sick of this happening - it's apparently gay, sanguine, and so bad that I lucked out and am literally nonplussed. Aarrggh!

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What Books are Like 'Round and Round'?

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Hey... people who have read Round and Round... how should I answer this question: "What book would you see as a comparison title to yours?"

(Or if you haven't read it yet, you can Click To LOOK INSIDE! and base your judgement on the first chapter.)

(Thanks!)

P.S. How is this as a summary? "Four reincarnated mortals of legend try to survive their own natures and thrive through a school year in modern hell."

An Open Letter to An Imaginary Son.

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Part 1: To Be Read On Your First Day Of Primary School.

Hello, son.  As Darth Vader said to Luke Skywalker, “I am your father.”  (For my generation, that would have been a spoiler, but as a boy growing up in the 21st century, you will no doubt be watching the Star Wars films in chronological order, so it won’t be a big deal.)  As your father, there are certain things in life for which I feel I should prepare you.  I have broken up this letter into two parts - this half for today and Part 2 to be read later, on your first day of high school.

Your mother and I are sending you to a co-educational school, because neither of us believes it’s healthy to spend your days isolated from fifty percent of the population.  Doing academically well at school is not as important as having a good work ethic - try to put your best efforts into everything.  We are going to limit your use of some technologies at home, but feel free to read books in your spare time, and also to have conversations with real people.  Try to be genuinely interested in what they say.  At school, you will inevitably find that boys like to punch each other for ‘fun’.  Never instigate this, but feel free to return a ‘friendly’ punch when this happens to you.  However, never hit a girl.  Even your sister.  We know she will probably try to take advantage of this, so we will do our best to ensure she doesn’t hit you.  We apologise in advance if we do not always succeed.

Learn the guitar.  That ‘dubstep’ stuff you’re listening to isn’t music - it sounds like a cow having an epileptic fit.  Instead, listen to Mum and Dad’s Compact Disc collection - we can show you how to use the ‘stereo’ (the thing in the lounge room like an impractical, oversized iPod.  And for goodness’ sake look after the CDs and don’t scratch them.)  Once you’ve found music you like, download the tablature and chords for your favourite songs from the Internet, then learn them on guitar until you can play from memory.  If you can sing well enough, do that too.  Every time you’re finished, put all the CDs back where you found them - alphabetical order by artist, then each individual artist’s works are arranged chronologically.  (It’s like creating a timeline within a dictionary - two more useful school skills.)  If you really don’t enjoy the guitar, keep trying different musical instruments until you find one you like.

Play a team sport that involves a ball.  Don’t ever sledge the opposition and never say anything disparaging to or about a member of your own team.  This goes for everything in life - never improve your stature by diminishing someone else’s - do it by making yourself a better person.  If you don’t enjoy the first team sport you attempt, keep trying different ones until you find one you like.

And that’s it!  Join me and this piece of paper in seven or so years for Part 2.

Part 2: To Be Read On Your First Day Of High School.

Hello again, son.  I hope the past seven years have been rad and I haven’t embarrassed you too much.  By saying things like ‘rad’.  If you have developed that work ethic I ranted abut, it should now serve you well in high school.  As well as schoolwork and homework, there is also something else you need to do called ‘study’, which really means ‘going over things until the important stuff sticks in your brain’.  When it comes time to choose subjects, pick the ones you enjoy and are good at.  If anyone ever tells you to do a subject because it ‘scales well’, please ignore them and walk away.

If you can play the guitar (or another musical instrument) and a team ball sport, then the skills and friendships you have made may theoretically make high school easier.  Never bully anyone.  If someone is being treated unfairly, try your best to stop it.  Also, I know it might be difficult, but try not to be shy or awkward about asking us about anything or talking to us about ‘sex’.  And we will try not to be shy or awkward in return.  Try not to ‘fall in love’ with anyone unless you are actually ‘in a relationship’ with them.  If you are too intently focussed on one person, you might miss amazing opportunities with other people who are right under (or over) your nose.  If someone breaks up with you, try your best to ‘fall out of love’ with them - it is not worth wasting your angst on a relationship that has failed, and again you could miss out on something amazing.  Most importantly - if that team ball sport you play is football, please pay heed to the following: a sexual experience should never involve one woman and multiple men at the same time.  If one day you find that sex involves just you and multiple women, then... um... maybe ask your mother for her judgment on that one.

Like Yoda in Return of The Jedi, I’m pretty sure I have no more advice to give.

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Round and Round Colour
...but would be etched in the sailors’ minds night after night until they finally reached port.

As always, the girls looked like marble renaissance sculptures that had been tinted with colour and still had all their perfectly-formed limbs.


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Herulus II

Evander II

It Wasn't Twenty Years Ago Today.

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I read the other day that Marvel Comics released its X-Men #1 20th Anniversary Edition.  I thought hmm... twenty years since 1963 - that sounds about right and went on with what I was doing.  But then, when I saw the cover of the actual comic, I was shocked to my shoes.  It turns out that it is not, in fact, twenty years since 1963, but twenty years since the launch of the ‘new’ adjectiveless X-Men title illustrated by Jim Lee.

It is twenty years since 1991!

I’m not entirely sure how this happened.  It doesn’t feel like twenty years.  Still, it reminded me that it’s also ten years since 2001, and if Marvel can do it then so can I.

It’s ten years since I first posted my Transformers fanfiction on the internet.  These stories were written at a time when there was no new Transformers Generation 1 media - this was before Dreamwave released Transformers comics and after G1 extended-continuity shows like Beast Wars and Beast Machines had shut up shop.  It was fifteen years since the animated movie and a couple of years before anyone would even think of having the technology to put together a live-action film.  It was a time when Transformers fanfiction flourished - there wasn’t anything ‘new’ to read, so we wrote it all ourselves.  There were plenty of gaps to fill in the canon and we filled them with our stories.  We enjoyed writing and reading and giving and receiving constructive criticism.  We were a flourishing community.  Thus it was a time when I learned how to write fiction.  Without the response that Best First received a decade ago, I would never have known that I could write and for that I am forever grateful.  Best First won ‘Best Fanfic Story of the Year’ in the 2002 Trannies (Transformers awards) and won ‘Best Fanfic Story Ever’ at the most recent Trannies.  To this day it remains the most reviewed story on the Transformers Fanfic Lexicon, is ‘featured’ and is still in the top ten ‘most read’ and ‘favourite’ stories on a site of five thousand tales.  Particular thanks go to Iacon, Derik Smith, Zobovor, Aaron F. Bourque, Jackpot, Velvet Glove, Thomas Hamann and Kaeae.  Extra special thanks to Merytneith, without whose feedback I would never have written a second chapter of Best First, and without whose support (and nagging and threats) I would never have finished the other seven chapters.

And so, the ‘digitally remastered’ versions of Best First, His Own Two Feet, Horizons and Christmas Especial can now be found in my Deviantart gallery, in PDF form with snazzy new bookcovers.

If you’ve enjoyed these stories before, I hope they live up to your memories.  If you give them a try and haven’t read them before, I hope you enjoy them now.

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In honour of the occasion (not really, it’s just coincidence), I have coloured a picture I drew back in 1994.  It’s of Grimlock, who was my favourite Transformer throughout my childhood.  I’ve personally written very little fiction about him, although according to Best First, “Grimlock can pinpoint the exact borough from which a Cybertronian comes, merely from hearing their dialect”.  So there’s that.  Since he’s spent the past seventeen years as a pencil drawing, I’ve coloured him finally jumping out of the paper.  Grimlock is chopping up the head of a Transformer named Krok - an image possibly inspired by Crocodile Dundee.  Or possibly just because it was the ‘extreme’ nineties and I was a teenage boy, hence the dripping oil, severed wires and rounds of ammunition.  The art style is a tribute to Andy Wildman, Stephen Baskerville and Nel Yomtov, the art team that finished off the Marvel US run of Transformers Generation 1 with issue #80 in 1991.  Issue #81 is finally coming out soon.  Twenty years later.

Krok Fillet

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Siryn: Walking While Mutie.

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Siryn/Banshee

I’ve been a ‘fan’ of Theresa Rourke Cassidy since Marvel Comics’ Fallen Angels miniseries in the late eighties.  For people only (or mostly) familiar with the X-Men from the films, Siryn is the screaming redhead in X2 and X-Men: The Last Stand, and the daughter of Banshee from X-Men: First Class.  To add some confusion to the mix, Siryn is currently called Banshee in tribute to her now-deceased father.  This move is semantically logical in that a banshee is a mythological Irish fairy woman, while the sirens were Greek (the Cassidys are Irish, and Theresa’s dad Sean was... well... male.)  Theresa is part of X-Factor, Peter David’s noir comic book of twists and turns about a mutant detective agency.  I thought I’d experiment with creating some ‘fan’ art and see what sort of quantity of hits it gets.  As with a few of my other works, the picture is based on my wife, the always-artworthy Sarina Del Fuego.  Enjoy!  Or not!

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Herulus: Three Souls.

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Herulus

Herulus doesn’t survive Round and Round for long.  He’s dead by the end of the first sentence.  But that does mean he’s hypothetically well-placed to be in the prequel.  There’s almost nothing about Herulus in mythology except a small passage from Virgil’s Aeneid in which we learn that Feronia, Herulus’s mother, imbued him with three souls and three sets of arms.  In my mind, two of the souls were transmigrated from hallowe’en crabs, which explains Herulus's fractionally monsterous form here.  Due to his eight-limbed appearance, the layout is influenced by Leonardo Da Vinci’s iconic representation of the Vitruvian Man.  There’s conspicuous ‘triple’ imagery - the front of the shield itself is obscured in the image, but its herald can be seen ‘screen-printed’ on the background.  It is influenced by the Delphic tripod and the bookcover of Round and Round.  Thus it is a snake eating the tail of a snake who is in turn is eating the first snake - a triloboros.  The trident reminds me of a debating speech I made in high school.  I don’t even remember what the debate itself was about, but I said that “the negative’s argument is like a three-legged stool - even if we’d just eliminated one of their points it would be useless, but we’ve knocked down all three, so now they’re just sitting on a wooden circle on the ground.”

A trident, however, is different - pull off one prong and it can still do the job just as well, pull off two and you still have a spear, pull off all three and you can still whack the hell out of someone with the handle.

(P.S. This is one image that looks much better full-sized, so if you click on it a couple of times you should be able to see it in better detail.  I drew, inked and then painted it in acrylics on paper before scanning it in and breaking up the colours into Lichtenstein-esque Ben-Day dots in tribute to its comic book influences.)

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Evander: From The Heavens.

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Evander

With strength and gravity, the bronze blade in Evander’s right hand fell from the heavens and through Herulus’s neck.”
 
(Round and Round Chapter I: The Wheels on the Bus Go.)

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Eighty-two reincarnations before he was Round and Round’s protagonist, Sebastian Vandenberg was Evander, the founder of Rome.  Unfortunately for Evander, as it is for most ‘founders’ of countries, there were already people there who weren’t big fans of being founded.  Thus, Herulus, the King of Praeneste decided the place wasn’t big enough for the both of them and decided to send Evander back where he came from (which was Arcadia, in Greece).  In Italy, Evander “taught the primitive inhabitants about agriculture, how to read and write, of music and about the gods.  He’d founded a city of wood and clay, of thatched houses and a citadel beside the river Tiber.”  But Evander’s most amusing innovation was the festival of Lupercalia, in which men ran naked through Rome and spanked women with leather thongs in order to make them more fertile.  And thus the sigil on his shield is of Lupa, the she-wolf.  Towards the edge is a stylised moth/caterpillar repeating pattern.  From above the metal domes on his armour reflect the atomic structure of phosphorus and he also wears a chequered kiton.  The image was hand-drawn, inked, painted and then scanned.

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Lucy Sykes: The Chemical Element.

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Lucy Sykes

Lucy Sykes was a character who originally first appeared in Chapter Two of Round and Round, but was edited out of the final draft, because I decided the plot would be enriched if I suspended her existence until the sequel (Elysian Fields).  Her (now-retconned) first scene went like so:

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“Noey!”  Year Eight representative Lucy Sykes charged up to Noah, throwing her arms and herself around his shoulders.  Lucy was Noah’s number one – probably only - fan, and she’d started replicating minor Noah-style acts of vandalism around the school.  She’d recently painted over the mirrors in the bathroom.  But the popular girls had reacted as if this was tantamount to Hiroshima or the Holocaust, so the janitor had stripped the paint by the next day.  Even as a thirteen year-old, Lucy was striking, the sort of girl who was going to be heartbreaker.  But the only heart Lucy wanted was Noah’s.  Maybe some people’s soulmates lived on another continent or thousands of years ago.  But even if you lived in the same era and went to the same school there were obstacles.  Like if you were in Year Eight and your soulmate was in Year Ten, then a two-year age gap was as unbridgeable a gap as geography and millennia.

Noah stood for a while with his arms at his sides, Lucy hanging from his neck until she finally dropped off.  Lucy blew Noah a kiss and skipped away to her corner.  Evie couldn’t help but smirk.

“Don’t say a word.”  Noah growled at her.

“Not a word,” Evie said.  “Noey.”

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Lucy Sykes is a 21st century embodiment of Psyche (from the myths of Cupid and Psyche, which are well worth a read if you haven’t before and have the time - most are translations or interpretations of Apuleius’s Metamorphoses, one of the oldest novels in existence.)  The artwork is a photomanipulation of a picture I found of my wife as Medusa:

Medusa

I liked the idea of a turning snake imagery into a butterfly, giving it a bit of a spiritual crawly-creature-to-butterfly feel.  The wings in the image are an upside-down Rorschach test crossed with a monarch butterfly.  The Ancient Greek word ψυχή (psyche) means butterfly, mind, spirit or soul.  Thus I combined the butterfly imagery with the idea of the psyche and psychiatry.  The Rorschach test is leaking inky swirls like smoke.  She has her red hair in a chopstick bun like insect antennae.

Let me know what you think!
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Happy Anniversary!

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Happy Anniversary!

It is Mrs Legoman’s and my second wedding anniversary today.  As we are celebrating from different countries, I have thusly sent her a kiss (above).  She is currently in the UK, so the kiss is in the traditional medium of a second UK anniversary (i.e. paper).  Two years ago, shortly before our first kiss as a married couple I said (approximately) the following words:

“This is the point in the wedding when someone usually states that rings have no beginning and no end.  But that’s not true – a ring begins here and ends there.  Ours are made of twenty-two carat gold and vinyl records.  The gold and every other piece of gold you’ve ever seen were forged billions of years ago in a hundred-million degree supernova.  The gold was blown three million light years across the universe and ended up here.  When you wear this as a symbol of our love, you’re wearing something that was formed in an exploding star.  The clear vinyl is from a Mansun seven-inch single.  Somewhere in the melted plastic is the line “I love you, I do.”  It isn’t biodegradable.  So there’s not exactly no beginning or end, but it’s a bloody long album.  I will love you from the supernova to the runout groove.

With this ring, I thee wed.”

Today is also the zeroth anniversary of me being the proud new owner of some extra-special domain names.  More on that later, but in related news, my slightly-less-mushy Round and Round version of the above illustration can be found below.

So - yes - happy anniversary Mrs Legoman!

  Full Circle.
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Evie Smith: The Fall.

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Everything fell into place for this one like dominoes.

Evie Smith from Round and Round.

My life-partner had already given me the perfect pose and my business partner had already come up with a character model for Evie Smith.  I’ve also had an old image of the visual light spectrum lying around for ages, and it was visually and thematically perfect.  Evie’s blue eyes went in the blue bit, the green snake in the green bit, and she’s on the Mortals rugby team whose colours are yellow, orange and red.  If you’re interested (or even if you’re not), ultraviolet, x-rays and gamma rays would be above Evie’s head, while Nick Vicars and the radio spectrum would be beneath her.  The black bars are Fraunhofer lines - the dark points in the solar spectrum.  Evie is the character most associated with rainbow imagery in Round and Round, hence the background, and here her fingernails are coloured the same as the equivalent point in the spectrum behind her.  If this were an English creative response I’d say she was fading away in the middle because she loses sight of who she is at the equivalent point in the book.  I think it also gives her a bit of an ethereal-Bond-girl-during-the-opening-credits quality.  I also went for a high-intensity-Quentin-Blake colouring style.  Evie has a thing for Royal Gala apples, although at some point I must make her eat some Granny Smiths if I haven’t already.  She’s either offering the fruit from the tree of knowledge to Adam/Bastian or she’s about to eat it.  The serpent too seems to be eyeing off the apple.  The snake’s visual appearance is something of an anachronism - I suspect it should have legs or wings at this point since it’s shortly before the serpent was eternally cursed to crawl on its belly. Speaking of bellies, it’s symbolic that Evie has been drawn without an umbilicus.

Those are my thoughts - I’d love to hear yours.
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