Finnegan’s Brink #3 (cover A)

Finnegan's Brink 3 cover AThis could have been the cover illustration for the third issue of Finnegan’s Brink. It’s not a bad drawing. Unfortunately, neither this, nor the previous two illustrations quite worked. Not as covers anyway. The saying: “Don’t judge a book by its cover”, exists because we do judge books (and people – but I’m really talking about reading material here) by their outer wrappings. If that cover doesn’t grab your eye you’re not going to pick up the book.

The publisher knew the illustrations weren’t working but wasn’t sure why. A friend of his suggested that the format of the illustrations (small illustration inset within a large piece) wasn’t something I felt comfortable working with. I agreed with him. The format seemed like a good idea and I was happy to see what I could do with it but I was having trouble making either of images dynamic enough to grab attention. The middle image was limited by its size and the surrounding image was limited by having another image sitting in the middle of it.

I know I could come up with something more engaging now but in 1994 I didn’t have enough design experience. So we went back to the drawing board.

Finnegan’s Brink #2 (cover A)

Finnegan's Brink 2 cover AFinnegan’s Brink was to be a three issue miniseries. For publicity purposes, Finnegan’s publisher wanted to have the covers for all three issues done before he solicited the comic. In 1994, when I was drawing the book, the comic market was still mostly a superhero ghetto. A number of publishers were, and had been, trying to introduce new and different types of comics, but the marketplace was still mostly restricted to comic book specialty stores. The biggest selling books in those comic stores were about superheroes.

The publisher wanted a design for the covers that would make them stand out from other titles on the shelves. He had an idea to use an couple of contrasting images, one inset within the other, in order to give a better idea to the scope of the story. It seemed like a good idea. I worked up some sketches and then executed illustrations for all three covers. Yesterday’s image was for the first issue. Today’s is for the second. Tomorrow’s image will be for the final issue.

Finnegan’s Brink #1 (cover A)

Finngan's Brink 1 cover A
The first project Nizzibet and I worked on together was Finnegan’s Brink. The tagline for the project was “A Jules Verne Western”. While that probably evokes the right images in the heads of potential readers it’s not really accurate. At least, it’s not accurate in my experience. I saw some pretty exciting movies as a kid that claimed to be adaptations of Verne’s novels. When I read the novels I discovered that the adaptations were not particularly faithful ones. Mysterious Island, in particular, was a great disappointment. The 1961 movie version, the one I saw as a kid, had monsters. The original novel had … a crazy castaway and an orangutan.

Jules Verne’s novels are, for the most part, short on monsters. He does have a couple of prehistoric sea reptiles fight to the death in Journey to the Center of the Earth. As I’ve read more about him, I’ve found out that he added the scene with the mushroom forest and the giant cave man to a later edition of the book. The first edition only had the sea creatures. The discovery of dinosaurs and other prehistoric life was a new one when he wrote Journey. Verne was a working writer and he tried to make his books exciting and current for his readers. It’s possible that he would have put more monsters in his books if he thought they would sell.

But that’s kind of beside the point. “Jules Verne Western” sounds cool. It flows better than, say, “An Arthur Conan Doyle Western”. Finnegan’s Brink is story of a community of castaways who have created a peaceful civilization on a Lost World of remnant dinosaurs. The humans are doing fine. They farm. They maintain their traditions. They rescue the survivors of any ships that blunder into their waters and help those survivors assimilate. Leaving isn’t an option.

Until an airship crashes. Things get complicated from there.

 

Primal Complaint

Ever have one of those mornings when you just want to bitch and moan about everything? You don’t want to do this because you actually have any valid complaints; you just feel like complaining? And whining? And carrying on as if your petty little problems are the most important god damn things in the world?

Now try following through on that when the only other conscious beings around you at 5:45 a.m. are a cat and a sasquatch. The cat couldn’t care less what you have to say. She just wants to come in, get fed and head out again into the darkness. And the sasquatch has discovered tetris and has been playing it obsessively since you went to bed last night. He’s still at it on Nizzibet’s iMac. We’re probably going to have to get her a new keyboard. Those big sasquatch fingers can’t be gentle on the thing.

Which leaves me to complain to y’all. Consider yourselves complained at.

What? You want details? Silly people.

All the complaints are pre-language growls, howls and snarls. It ain’t the substance that matters – it’s the sound. Text is inadequate.

Library Project

Talking about organizing my library has had me actually looking at how to get that done properly. Part of the challenge is that a lot of the shelves aren’t designed to hold books taller than a book club hardback. That means that I have to think about not only what categories of books to put together but also whether or not all the books in that category will fit on the same shelf.

I’ve currently got three categories actually arranged. Over on the west wall, on the right side I’ve got the animal section. That’s pretty much every book on animals from field guides on western birds (do I really have one of those?) to coffee table books of fossils. On the left side I’ve got a Lovecraft section. That’s a mix of old beaten paperbacks, an occasionally nice hardback and RPG gaming manuals. No standard size for either of those sections.

The third category is over on the north wall. The MAH section – Mystery Apes and Hominids – is split between fiction and fact. I’ve got a nice selection of Bigfoot and yeti books with an occasional volume of general mysterious phenomena. Most of those books are from the seventies and eighties. That’s followed by a collection of MAH novels. Some books feature Bigfoot, some yetis, others featuring more obscure critters. It’s one of the few sections down here that I’ve got alphabetized.

As I look around I can see a place where the MAH section would better fit. Not all of my MAH books are shelved on the north wall. I’ve still got a few scattered around because they are too tall for those shelves. But if I move the MAH and the Lovecraft books over to the shelves around the furnace they should all fit with room to expand the collections.

I guess I have a project for tonight while Nizzabet is off saving souls. This should be fun.

In Residence

And who is in the house?

Nizzabet. – enthusiasm unbound, sunshine wrapped in silliness. We spent six years arguing about what sort of wedding to have and finally compromised and had two. Haven’t really had an argument since. Occasionally she’s possessed by the Dark Demon of Doom and Despair. She’s a tad less perky then. I’ve learned to live with it. It hardly outweighs her brightness.

Jaydogg – Nizzabet’s business partner. He’s not much of talker. One of the best housemates I’ve ever had and that’s saying a lot. He doesn’t let a dish stay dirty for longer than an hour or a surface stay undusted for more than a week. Fortunately he and Felix Unger have little else in common.

2M – She and Jaydogg aren’t going out. They don’t have a relationship and she doesn’t live here. Just ask him. She just rolls her eyes. Sometimes she’s accompanied by Lil’ M, her brilliant and dangerous daughter. Lil’ M needs no

Skook – he came with the place. Why he chooses the basement over the garage is beyond me. He can’t stand up down here. It can’t be much warmer than the garage even in the winter. He’s laughing when he’s not sleeping.

Paliki – Pa-thetic Li-ttle Ki-tty. Hard to believe that she’s over ten year old now. She’s gotten stockier and maybe a little calmer but she still manages to be bafflingly annoying sometimes.

Me – I’ll lie for my own amusement. I was called weird for so long that it became a compliment. I’m tall and blonde and cheerful and occasionally modest.

Nizzabet and Jason have offices upstairs. I’ve got a library down here in the basement. We guesstimate about a four thousand books and videos. Way more books than videos. There’s very little organization to it. Most of the books by a single author are on a single shelf but that’s as organized as I’ve managed to get so far.

Details to come.

Christmas Gift Used

Today is the anniversary of nothing in particular. Tomorrow is Big Sis’s birthday. I either need to stay up to call her after midnight or remember to call her tomorrow. Neither is very likely unfortunately.

I used up Nizzabet’s last Christmas gift today, a gift certificate at Sonic Boom Records. Despite the name they don’t carry any vinyl. I don’t think I saw any tapes either. New and used CDs. The gift certificate is one of my favorite presents this year. I love music but I rarely by it for myself. I covet books not record albums.

I found five CDs to take home –

45RPM the Singles of The The

A Secret Life by Marianne Faithful

Peace by Eurythmics

Go Bang! by Shriekback

Shepherd Moons by Enya

It’s not exactly the music I listened to in my youth but neither is any of it new and untested. I got the The The mainly for “This is the Day”, a song I first heard at SKIG Row. It came on the radio at the end of one my many acid trips and burned itself into my memory. Marianne Faithful has a voice that could read bread recipes and I’d listen in rapture. Eurythmics and Shriekback have both done other albums I really liked but I’ve never heard either of these albums before. The Eurythmics album comes from ’99 so I guess it’s some sort of reunion album. I’ll have to check later and see if they did any others after this. And this Enya album from ’91 has a song on it called “Lothlorien”. A good enough reason to get it even if I didn’t find her voice intoxicating.

Listening to The The as I write this I’m surprised how many songs I recognize and I haven’t gotten to “This is the Day” yet. Quite nice.