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“You’re far too kind.  Please hold your applause. This is your song, not mine.” 

In the spirit of the holiday I thought I’d talk about something I’m thankful for.  Everyone has a gift or talent; something that they do better than the average person.  Most people ignore their talents, or take them for granted.  Those that don’t can sometimes face a long hard role to see their passion blossom into something great that they can share with the world.  It’s not easy.  Some people internalize their talents, and keep them solely to themselves.  Others set out on a journey to take what they have and launch it into orbit for everyone to see.  Many make it.  Even more see their gift catch fire like Icarus and crash to the ground.   What can be even harder, is to picks up the pieces and start over again. 

As you all know, or should- I mean, I don’t want to insult anybody here, but if you’re reading this and you don’t know what my talent is, then “Push your call button and Tommy will come back there and hit you in the head with a tack hammer cause you are a retard.” *sorry* Writing.  That’s what I do. 

Now, is it hard?  Yeah, it’s hard work, but it doesn’t feel like work.  It’s something I enjoy. Something I love.  It’s hard, arduous at times, but it’s never work.  The hardest part is not giving up.  Let’s face it, who doesn’t want to share their gift with the world?  Frank Lloyd Wright.  Andy Warhol.  Dave Grohl.  That’s what they did.  Think about your favorite band, and the cd that brought them to your attention.  Now think about the cd’s that came before that one.  The underground recordings, and self pressed cd’s they sold from the trunk of their car.  All the songs that they wrote and sang, the touring, the endurance.  They stayed focused and true, and they never gave up.  I’m sure they thought about it several times, and even took a hiatus or two, but never officially threw in the towel.  Why?  Well, there are tons of reasons, but the one that probably helped the most, were the people that believed in them.  The ones that stood beside them and encouraged them.  The ones that looked them in the eyes and said with such conviction and belief: “I love your work.” 

Those four words have such power in them, you can barely believe it.  Think about the times someone has sad it to you, even over the smallest, or simplest thing, and how it made you feel.  “Yeah, it’s kinda like that.” 

So, I’d like to take this time to say thank you to everyone who believes in me.  Everyone that comes to the site; even if it’s your first time here.  Those that have read every story I’ve written, and those who haven’t read anything more than this blog. 

Thank you.  Happy Thanksgiving.

 

JeraleC

Mindseyechronicles@comcast.net

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If you’ve been watching tv lately, and I know you have, or have been to the movies recently, then you’ve seen a trailer for the new movie Ninja Assassin.  Honestly, I’m kinda psyched about the movie.  It looks sweet.  But, this brings up an important question: Where have all the ninja’s gone?  This year we’ve been lucky enough to have three ninja’s on the big screen, the Assassin, Snake Eyes, and Storm Shadow.  I haven’t seen GI Joe: The Rise of Cobra yet, but I don’t have too.  I like Storm Shadow, but I’ve always been a Snake Eyes man, and with Ray Park behind the slotted mask I’m good.  I was on board with him playing the word go.  My reasons for not having seen the movie has nothing to do with him.  As Peter David would say, But I Digress… 

So, there has been a serious lack of ninja movies for the past two decades.  In the eighties, ninjas were everywhere.  I’m not just talking giant turtles, either.  You had the American Ninja movies with Michael Dudikoff, The Master tv series with Lee Van Cleef, Revenge of the Ninja, Pray For Death, I could go on and on, but you know the deal.  Now, ninja’s haven’t just disappeared in a puff of smoke.  They’ve been around, but in the background, or in the occasional not so great movie like The Hunted with Christopher Lambert. 

What happened?!  We didn’t stop loving ninja’s, but apparently someone did.  Or maybe it’s the Hollywood cycle.  The market was flooded with so many ninja movies, and bad ones at that, that it took 20 years before we could bring them back in a fashion that wasn’t overly kid friendly.  No offense to any green fighting renaissance masters.  Raphael is the man!  But, was it oversaturation of movies that drove the ninjas to obscurity?  Did low budget studios and bad production values do what no samurais ever could, and cripple the brotherhood of ninjas?  I think ninjas ultimately suffered from what I like to call Superman II syndrome.  Remember all that crap in Supes II that was completely out of character?  Same here.  You had movies like Ninja III: The Domination, where the spirit of a ninja takes over the body of a woman to get revenge for his death.  Really?  I can believe that chefs can toss fruit (tomato is a fruit) into the air and pin it to a wall with a thrown knife, but I can’t believe that ninja’s can transfer their souls into other people.  Nor do I believe that they can change the color and style of their ninja garb with meditation and some hand symbols.  I even believe that if you kill a ninja their bodies can dissolve into a pile of goo, but I don’t believe that they can be killed by some lucky, unskilled Average Joe with a gun.  So, that’s what I believe happened to ninjas.  They were diluted to the point that the essence of who they were was lost among modern myth and bull crap.  Plus, no ninja movie should ever have an 80’s music score.  We can’t have Huey Lewis singing: The Power of Shuriken.  “The power of a shuriken is a curious thing.  Cleave one man’s heart, and another man’s brain.  Thrown with accuracy from an Asian named Ken.  That’s the power, the power of shuriken.” 

But, maybe this was their plan all along.  Ninjas work in shadows and secrecy.  When the light is shined on them it exposes centuries of secrets and traditions that man was not meant to know.  What better way to hide yourself.  Wouldn’t it be just like a ninja to use misdirection to move people’s attention off them, and allow them to retreat back into the shadows once again?  Yes.  I believe that we were all prey to a trick of the modern ninja.  We cannot allow ourselves to lose track of them again.  We must stay vigilant and keep our guard up.  Don’t allow ourselves to be distracted by fake superstition and smoke and mirrors.  Keep the light on them, and expose their tricks and kung fu treachery.  Especially kung fu treachery.  We must keep ninjas in the mainstream and active.  Don’t let them slip away again.  We can’t afford to. 

 

JeraleC

Mindseyechronicles@comcast.net

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It’s been a long time.  I shouldn’t have left you without a dope beat to step you.” 

Ok, I’m really stretching with this title.  A little Aaliyah to start off the blog.  It could be worse.  Since I haven’t done a blog in two weeks I thought about naming this one “Have you brought any fruits or vegetables to Mars?”  I love Total Recall.  The weekend it opened, I saw it that Friday, twice on Saturday, and again on Sunday. 

So, the big question, where have I been?  Right here.  I kinda fell behind with some things.  I made a goal for myself to have Die and Let Live written before the end of October.  That put some pressure on me, which is good.  Sometimes pressure really helps to force ideas from your head.  Sometimes it can have an adverse affect, but this time it was good.  Now, technically I’m not done.  I still have a scene I want to add in (gonna try and do it tonight), then I’ll be done for the most part.  I say most part, because there will be some tweaking to the story once the photos are taken.  I’m actually pretty excited.  It’s new and different for me.  The entire concept is kinda… I don’t know how to describe it, but it’s cool.  So, what next? 

Well, I had another goal for myself, as I’ve mentioned before, which is to write three of my stories for 117 Days In Hell before the end of the year.  I’ve already started on Long Way Down.  I’m kinda struggling with how I want to approach Somewhere Beyond the Sea.  I need to establish characters, but I’m not sure how much detail I want to go into, and how many do I want to actually give moderate attention to.  Oh well, I’ll just wing it like I always do.  LOL.  Seriously, I’ll work it out.  “Trust me.  Harry will do it.  He doesn’t know how to fail.”  The other one I’m going to try and finish this year is Down In A Hole.  Mood is really important to this one.  I’ve got to be careful to keep the mood oppressive and depressing at the same time.  It needs to have a heavy, dragging, claustrophobic feel that will actually drive the character forward, and not hold him back.  Unfortunately, focusing on 117 means that I’ll have to backburner ROTS some more.  Yeah, I know.  I’m not happy about it either.  But, it’s not going anywhere.  I’m mean, it’s not going away.  No, the ideas I have for book two are too good to just let go.  Here’s one you haven’t heard in a while, You Are Now Leaving Planet Earth.  That one’s still around.  I’m working on something new for that.  I’m not going to make that one as straight forward as I originally intended.  I’m going to try and ground the characters a little more than I had originally conceived. 

What else?  Ooh, The Colonial!  This is one I haven’t told you about yet.  I just came up with the name not too long ago.  The Colonial is a period piece done in a fashion similar to Brotherhood of the Wolf

So, prepare for goal #3.  The Colonial and You Are Now Leaving Planet Earth will come after 117 as part of my Mind’s Eye Chronicles Collection.  A collection of short stories new and old.  You’ll have to buy the book to read those when they’re done. 

So, you have a nice timeline for all my future projects.  *whew!*  This is gonna take some work.  Better get started. 

Final note.  Raptor Face podcast #3 was recorded last Friday, 11/06.  You can check it out here: http://www.raptorface.com/?p=162. I had to bail early, but that shouldn’t stop you from listening to it.  You get to hear me make an ass out of myself.  Now, tell them that isn’t fun. 

 

JeraleC

Mindseyechronicles@comcast.net

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