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“Scars” Without Kings

May 9, 2008

While the compiling of both the script and novel of “Scars” are proceeding I decided it was time to show you how the people of Ker looked upon the events that are unfolding during the “time of no kings.” This piece is very interesting because each line of every stanza has the exact number of syllables as the same line in the next stanza.


His Brother King
By Bendarik of Laakseyd

Long he rode
Burned with hate,
What has stirred his heart in war
At the turn of years?
One hundred knights and one hundred spears
To slay his brother King. 

Iron and wood
Stood unused,
Why was the watch not forewarned
By the cry of fright?
A shade of darkness passing in light
Betrays his brother King. 

Empty thrones
Full of pain,
Where have gone the still young Kings
Their lands left to wane?
The war does not stop when he has gone
To mourn his brother King. 


It is clear that the first two stanzas are speaking directly of Ethian and his betrayal of Galvant, the third stanza can only be speaking of Galvant and his departure from Leyen shortly after he sent Ethian into exile. Being unaware of all of the events involved in this sudden departure, Bendarik could only see the sorrow of friendship lost as a possibility for driving Galvant into self-imposed exile in the middle of a demanding war.


The Journey of a Year

May 8, 2008

“Scars” began its journey one year ago under the working title: “The Sheathed Sword.” At that time there were no large sets, four major characters and a very simple quest-based plot. As I wrote “The Sheathed Sword” I found an ever present need for more back-story, more back-story and more back-story, until I was forced to expand the story and the world in which it took place.

Now, “Visage of Scars” has more major characters than I can even fathom, a vibrant world with a rich history and a ridiculously complex plot that is based around a war. A year ago I would have balked at the idea of setting my characters into a war. 

Comparing my notes on “Scars” to the original notes for “Sword” there is almost no resemblance. I take comfort in the knowledge that my story cannot expand much more over the next year, its already reached the limits of its potential.

Too Many Ideas

May 8, 2008

The hardest part about any creative task is the ever-present need to euthanize treasured ideas. I just ended the tenure of one of my favorite characters for “Scars;” his existence could not be reconciled with my desired outcome for the protagonist. I had become very familiar with this character and his end hits very close to heart. I have stored all the work I have done in creating him in an archive file for use in a future film/novel; though I am absolutely certain he will never find his way back into “Scars.”

Currently I am re-working the entire story to restore harmony to the absolute chaos that has ensued after the deletion of a character. I am confident that the development of every other character will benefit from this event, either that or I have gone completely insane. 

Three finals down; Three to go. Creativity level is thriving!

I Should be…

May 7, 2008

Currently I should be writing, and I really do not have any excuses since I deny the existence of writer’s block. The issue I have run into is that I know exactly where I want to take my story, there are just way too many ways to get there. I decided to draw what I was writing this evening, took me about three hours but I have the landscape in place for the scene; just need to add the details. 

The biggest problem I have is that I love my characters too much. I am writing a very crucial scene for the major protagonist of the first two-thirds of the story(it takes place before the reader knows he will be the protagonist), but every way I write it makes the reader like the character far too much. I need to step back and really write a character who the reader can love to hate. 

I’ll post what I have of that scene, maybe even from multiple different perspectives, along with a rough sketch of how part of it will look.

Another final tomorrow; really cuts into my creative drive!!

Ironman: Impressions

May 4, 2008

In the recent flood of howling mammoths, transexual rock stars, zombies, innumerable vantage points and sixty-one year old commandos the last place anyone would expect to find a believable hero would be from a comic book. The news is in, no not from the analysts, they are too busy trying to find out whether or not the film pulled a large enough share of the female population, the people speak with the sum of $100 million; Ironman is the first believable film of 2008.

Despite its obvious share of scientific impossibilities, Ironman thrives on convincing us that we can achieve the same power as Tony Stark. The power of Ironman is not mystical or genetic in origin, it is the result of scientific experimentation – trial and error that begins in the most humble of origins, a cave! By convincing us that if we invested enough time and money we could become Ironman, we have been convinced that Ironman is real. 

Ironman has its share of flaws and is in not a perfect film, however it is the first great film of 2008. With a load of comical moments and instances of intense poignancy Ironman is worth the price of admission and I highly recommend it.

Guest Blogs

May 2, 2008

Alright, I have run across two posts that made me laugh today and decided I’d post them up in case anyone else wanted to read them. 

The first one is from a friend’s blog, Patrick Shechet – a student at TAC, about saving gas mileage. I break all these rules, but rule number six made me laugh and someone might benefit from this:

Gas Mileage


The second one is for everyone out there who a) is fascinated by the books of Orson Scott Card; b) like Harry Potter and can’t understand why other people don’t like it; or 3) dislike Harry Potter and wants more fuel for making fun of him:

Rowling, Lexicon, and Oz

of Greatness

May 1, 2008

Find me a man without friends and I will show you a man, who though rich in wealth or fame, is the pinnacle of shame. The greatest measure of greatness is simply the measure of friendship.