Monday, April 9, 2012

Haydock Horse Racing.

This is not an event that I have ever been to before.

On Saturday I went to the horse races at Haydock Park. I had never ever gone horse racing before so it was a unique experience.

My mates Munchy and Dave were there (this whole day was thanks to Munch who brought us along because at the Haydock races because he had a family gathering there every year and I was lucky enough to be invited).

Before the races we sat down and had a three course meal. For my starter I had a cube of haddock with salad leaves of some name that I don't know. For the main course I had salmon with some sort of bean sauce underneath it. Lastly for pudding I had a cheesecake with half a strawberry and some nice looking sauce sprinkled on top... and I couldn't tell you about the fancy names for each of the dishes but they were very good.

After the meal it was about time in which the racing started. My first bet that I made was on the second race and the horse was called Tiger O'Toole and was the second horse... and from this bet I won about £7. 50 for the £5 that I had bet for the horse. Dave being a lucky person placed a bet in the first race and his horse came first... which meant that he won about £80!

I don't know if there is a technical term for it but we were able to sit in a 'box'.

 We saw the horses strutting up and down after each race by the parade area which I bet the horses were annoyed (I assume) because by that time they would have been absolutely knackered... they seemed happy enough.
I wonder if the horses are aware that they are taking part in a race or whether they just think it is normal to be told to run fast by their trainers.

The day was really good, an enjoyable new experience. I just need to have better luck betting and have more knowledge about horses and the whole racing game so I can have a good chance at winning...

I would like to show my appreciation to Tiger O'Toole for the £7.50 I won.

Over and Out.
ED.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Everyone Needs Comic Books In Their Life If They Have Any Passion For Literature (A Post For The Uninitiated Or Reluctant).

I am writing this post in an attempt to try to get people who have never tried comics before to start reading comic books or at least attempt to... take what you want from this post. I was inspired to write this because of the lack of people that read comics in my general part of the world... and I haven't got anyone to talk to about about comics at the moment... plus I want to talk about comics anyway... cus I like 'em.

Those who read comics need not read past this sentence (instead you can go and read some comics).

I was sorting my bookcase out recently and while I was I got distracted by looking through my shelf and a half of comics and manga that I have stored with the rest of my 'regular' books.



I am a great comic books fan. I have been reading them off and on for the last few years but have really got into them in the last three. If you are aware of the whole comic book thing out there then you are aware of the many universes that are part of comic books. A few of the stories that I have been reading for a bit are,


  • Batman (various story arcs).
  • 30 Days of Night.
  • Mice Templar.
  • The Five Issue series retelling the Dracula novel.
  • 2000 AD Programmes and Judge Dredd Magazine... in which my favorite strips are Defoe, The Ten Seconders and Strontium Dog.
  • Marvel Zombies.
  • Spiderman.
  • Iron Man. 
  • League of Extraordinary Gentleman: Century.
  • 20th Century Boys (Manga).


As of not long ago my nearest newsagents have been stocking various Marvel publications so my interest in comics has resurfaced to regular reading. Many of the characters I like to read about have been having their continuing stories told for nearer to one hundred years now and are still living... even though some have died and been resurrected. The comic universes that exist are very much alive with real characters, in continual motion through the stories of all the many characters that you find on the shelf in various stores all over the place... you can only get real ever moving fictional universes with comic books nowadays. Brilliant stuff.



Comic books can present stories so well and can be more effective than stories being written down. An example of this is Chapter 4 of the Watchmen graphic novel (which basically means a comic that is longer than a small comic issue. A graphic novel is usually collected issues of a whole story arc... info for the uninitiated). In this chapter the character of Dr Manhattan has transported himself to Mars. He is basically a naked blue man that is a godlike character. Watchmen was written in the eighties so the story surrounds the war with the Soviets and the threat of nuclear war. Dr Manhattan has the ability to save humanity but he slowly feels a growing indifference. The whole chapter is about Dr Manhatten contemplating about the universe, how he became who he was, humanity and the thing that started the universe. Dr Manhattan sees the passing of time differently (which is represented in the panels of the story) and can see what will happen and what has happened at the same time... which raises the question of whether we are just puppets without choice. I don't think that chapter could have been properly done if it wasn't in comic book form.



The prevailing thought I think is that so called 'normal' books are of a higher caliber than the visual storytelling of comics... when the only difference is that one uses artwork and words and the other just uses words. While a comic book story is being read you can see clues to what might happen in the future of the story in the artwork and a sense of the character through use of the artwork among other things... even the way that the artwork is drawn can set the tone for the story. 

Comic books are also continous. You can get an issue once every week or month and as you do you see how the characters solve a problem or deal with a situation. Here is a good quote,

"Once the reader immerses himself or herself, the ambiance changes. He or she is thrust into an unknown situation... The plot thickens and the hero is cast in circumstances that demand a resolution. The confrontation ensues and against seemingly impossible odds, the hero finds an answer in an unlikely place or person. Once the comic book is finished being read, very little time had elapsed."

You can identify with the characters as they try to find resolution and since many comics are continual it is as if you are going along with the lives of your favourite characters... and through this imaginative activity you can use what you have learnt through the storytelling in your life. Many of these characters have been developed and written by many people over the years so they truly are everyone's characters... and they will live on in literature long after the originator has gone.



If you want to see the original comics then just look on walls of ancient temples or in burial chambers of ancient pharaohs. 

Also if you enjoy art it is excellent because you get to know about the artists just as much as the writers in the comics field. 

There are many, many genres and varieties of comics, you just need to take your pick. You will definitely find something to suit you... and then you can recommend what you have found and we can both talk about it together.

If nothing else it is a form of cheap entertainment for one little issue.

Over and Out.
ED.

P.S- I have started to write my very own comic books script for the first time in my life.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

In The Garden... Nought But Dust (I'm Tidying My Room As I Write This).

Below me are two pictures. Each of these pictures are different in some way.

Picture 1.



Picture 2.



The grass is not as tall as the other (picture 2 is the less tall grass one)... I probably should have made you guess but you may have just read on until you got the answer anyway.
I have been doing gardening recently (the pictures are from me gardening at my own house because... might as well) and I have not realised how beneficial to my inner world mowing the lawn is. As you mow the lawn you are basically forced to think... unless you're listening to music but then again you are usually thinking while you are listening to the music anyway. It is through my last few gardening jobs at the moment that have given me a compulsion to think a lot more than I already had been doing... which basically means that right now I am nothing more than a consciousness contemplating about everything.
As I was mowing the lawn today one of my thoughts was (not said in the way I shall present it to have been said but just as a thought... it was more of a lingering feeling if anything),

Ah mowing the lawn... I am taming the wilderness that has existed for millions of years before humanity. When humanity has gone this nature shall smash human civilisation and make the world it's dominion once again... Humans are nought but dust I tell ya!


You know by that description of the type of thoughts I was having... those vaguely profound ones in which you think about obvious subjects with obvious viewpoints but you are thinking about them because you are doing something that vaguely involves them at the time of your thinking those thoughts. It is similar to the thought that usually pops into my head when I am at the seaside,

Ah the sea... mother of creation. You can create and you destroy, raging and calm, like the gods of ancient myths. Your mystery knows know bounds. What does all this mean? Humans are nought but dust I tell ya!


or the thought that I have when I'm eating a sandwich.

Ah sandwich... quencher of hunger. You were made by humans hands... hands that are nought but dust...


As you can see there were some nice daffodils at the furthest lawn. I had to cut them down and mow over them... but fear not because they are now relaxing in a pot with their other mates.




Apart from gardening I have been reading, writing and winning four or so solitaire games this week and smelling the sweet smell of grass... amazing.

... I'm doing more gardening over the next few days as well. More contemplating for ole Ed.



Over and Out.
ED.



Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Advice For Writers.



Yes I know he is mainly a comic book writer but writing is writing. All writers will find this beneficial.

Alan Moore... wonderful man.

Over and Out.
ED.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Card Games and How I Get To Know My Characters... Chords Make Me All Fuzzy Inside.

I have a new goal that I am starting next week. I was out doing errands last Thursday and I forgot to take my keys so I couldn't get back into the house for a bit. I decided to ramble around for a bit and happened to go into a shop called 'Crazy Prices'. After browsing for about a minute or two I bought two packs of cards for £1 which in turn has inspired my goal that I have set for this week. My goal is to learn one card game each day a week during my spare time. It won't take too long to learn a card game... so by the end of the week I will know seven more games that will be in my head.

I think that one of the hardest parts of creating characters for stories is the supposedly simple task of naming them. Some of the names that I have given to some of old characters in old stories that I have done are as follows,

  • John Watkins.
  • Oliver Fendel.
  • Howard Walters.
  • Lucy Roch.
I have always found it easier to name women characters and I'm not entirely sure why. Women's names just sound nice to my ears. I seem to be writing women that look like nymphs or nature spirits and work at markets.

As for men I've been writing male characters that are academic but have anti hero qualities about them. I also like writing about male characters that have gone mad... or have 'supposedly' gone mad.

At the moment I also like writing about characters you might find if you went to a really dingy low life pub. Just imagine going into a really bad pub Here is what I mean. Imagine this...

You see that the walls are peeling and you hear mournful blues music being played as you enter the pub... there are few people around but as you buy a drink you look and see a figure in a dark corner just sitting there alone, nursing a drink and in deep contemplation.


The shadowy character I have just described are the type of characters I like to write at the moment. What happened in their life?... I want to find out by writing about them. Brilliant stuff. I love fallen or downtrodden characters.

Yesterday I was visited by me 'ole mate Kiran. We both tend to have the same tastes and views about things. The main things we do is talk about music we have bought recently, the stuff we have learnt on guitar since our last meeting, what is happening in our life and stupid people in politics that won't calm the 'eff down and get a grip.

After our talking for a bit we went off into the sunny day and sat in the garden at The White Horse by the canal and talked some more with a coke and a half cider.

... And it's a great day right now. Why am I inside writing this? I'm taking everything outside now.

And as I promised myself the first card game that I shall be learning today shall be Four Card Golf... one down, six to go.

Over and Out.
ED.  

P.S--- The picture was done by Munchy (looks at previous posts), taken ages ago and 'developed' by him.




Monday, March 19, 2012

My Writing Process. Getting Story Ideas When Falling Asleep Doesn't Work Because You're Trying To Fall Asleep At The Time.

I've got four stories that I'm working on at the moment;

The Standing Stone.
He Needed A Body.
The Tale of Brickbrarnack.
The Lady in the Room.

Two of these stories I have been working on for ages. 'The Tale of Brickbrarnack' was an idea that I wrote a first draft for about two years ago but did no more than one draft of. 'The Lady in the Room' is a tale of something that happened in real life when I was young but is written as if it happened hundreds of years ago.
'The Standing Stone' and 'He Needed a Body' are about none of your business...yet (he winks). I both wrote the plan for these stories in those moments when you're not doing much and suddenly you give birth to a story and you think, ''My God Brain, you're a genius.''

I was half asleep, just waking up in my bed this morning and I remember thinking,
"Brakeback Bridge. Breakback Bridge.That would be great inspiration for a story."

I got up out of my bed, wrote 'Brakeback bridge onto a scrap of paper, went back to bed and fell asleep again. After I had actually got up and was fully with it I picked up the paper and wondered why my former sleep brain thought these words would inspire me.

Many people say that it is good to keep a pen and paper on your bedside just in case an idea pops up. I have been doing this for about a week and have not written much down.

Here is my line of thinking as I'm falling asleep and I get an idea...

"That's an amazing idea... 


I'm going to write that down. I bet I wouldn't have thought that up if I was in a fully consciousness state...


 Hmm I'm probably going to have to lean over and grab the pen and paper and then hurt my eyes when I have to turn the light on... 


I could just lie here...


 I can feel myself falling asleep anyway... Blow this, I'll just stay where I am, I'll remember it in the morning anyway."

... and I never remember it when I wake up.
I get most of my inspired stuff when I am awake anyway. Most of what I have tried to write down while I'm falling asleep is absolute nonsense... Breakback bridge...  I'll remember it anyway just on the off chance that it will come to some sort of use in the future.

Over and Out.
ED.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

My Personality Type and General Reading About Spectral Manifestations.

"Your stories, gentlemen, are all out of the ordinary, of course, but it seems to me that each one lacks an essential ingredient- I mean authenticity; for I am pretty sure that none of you has seen with his own eyes the fantastic incidents that he has just narrated... As for me, gentlemen, I know only one story of this kind, but it is at once so strange, so horrible, and so authentic that it will suffice to strike even the most jaded of imaginations to terror. Having... been both a witness to these strange events... I will tell the tale..."

In a daze of self reflection I decided to go on the computer and walk through the electronic ether. I wished to find out my personality type, the whole scientific questioning thing that people have. After answering all of the questions as much as I could I was given the results.

I am an INFP personality (Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Perceiving.) My personality type never lose their sense of wonder and... and then to have imaginary friends when they are children. I was quite contented with what I got... or indeed was given.
This is my personality type...
http://typelogic.com/infp.html

Also in a previous blog (look at the previous blog I suppose) I promised that I would show you Sid. I haven't got  a camera but I promise the day will come that you will see him, probably next blog. I don't know why I wish to show Sid but I've promised that I would and so I shall goddammit.

For entertainment over the past few days I've been Casting the Runes... you know what I mean... I've been looking at the stalls of Barchester Cathedral... I've been a Resident at Whitminster. In other words I've been reading M.R James.

I don't find ghost stories scary any more, not since I was a child, to be honest I'm slightly sceptical about the whole thing... yet it is interesting to me nonetheless and ghost stories are good entertainment. When I was young I thought I saw a ghost though. I was scared to go in my old room for ages. Back in the day my brother and I used to share a room. Opposite my brothers bed and parallel to mine was a cupboard. Anyway, one night I was lying in bed and I couldn't get to sleep so for some reason I opened my eyes and happened to look at the cupboard. What I thought I saw was a young woman. She was standing there looking forward but her eyes were closed and her right hand was held up as if she was trying to feel something. No one believed me but I always felt weird in that room when I was alone in that room months afterwards. Now I just think it was a trick of the mind.

I have also began to contemplate the idea that living dolls are scary. The old story of dolls coming to life and trying to go about their devilish way. Why are living dolls scary? If I happened to have a doll that came to life I would capture it, calls all types of media people from tv and newspapers and let everyone know that I have a living doll. Scientists would be fascinated that such a thing could be possible. Perhaps it could be some sort of missing link between the knowable and human to the unknown, the apparant unknowable forces of the universe. Living dolls don't exist in any form anyway... but if they did...

Over and Out.
ED.