Saturday, July 6, 2013

My New Hero

I usually think of myself as someone who follows his own path without a whole lot of concern for what others think of me. Many old friends have complimented me on holding onto the dreams of my youth and continuing to pursue them throughout my life. I have had many people tell me they admire my ability to follow my interests and live my life the way I want to even when it seems to go against the current and against the expectations of other people and the world.

Now, I know these things are not completely true. I like to think of myself this way, but I know that there are many times when I succumb to peer pressure and expectation. At times I know I worry a little too much about what others think of me.

I still have a long way to go in the “not caring what people think of me” department. This was made apparent to me on the 4th of July this year when I witnessed someone who truly doesn't care what the world thinks of him. He may be my new hero.

Like a lot of people in my neighborhood I walked over to the the 40th Street Bridge in the evening. Though they are distant you can watch the downtown fireworks display from there.

I saw him there, shirtless, sweaty and out of shape. He wore a pair of cutoff sweatpants that kept sliding down as he walked, enough so that it was obvious he was wearing nothing underneath. He was drunk and loud and carried a can of beer with him. He walked back and forth across the bridge either unaware or uncaring of the traffic that continued to drive by, giving the finger to anyone who came too close or that honked a horn. He was with an entourage of others who were also drunk and loud and kind of brazenly stupid, but he was the Alpha male of their little troop.

This guy truly doesn't care what anyone thinks of him. He is the Lawrenceville-Laureate of not giving a shit. If you travelled to the farthest reaches of mystical Tibet, hired silent sherpas to lead you along hidden paths to the highest and most remote mountain peak in search of the wisdom and secret knowledge of how to live your life without worrying about what other people thought of you, this guy would be there, sitting on a keg of PBR and giving you the finger.


I like to think I don't care what other people think. Obviously I still have a lot of work to do.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Riding in cars with 8-Tracks

I saw Peter Frampton live at Stage AE in Pittsburgh a couple of days ago. I feel like I've finally earned some kind of long delayed child-of-the-70's merit badge or something. Most of the evening was spent in a fog of nostalgia. I hadn't planned on going but tickets fell in my lap (thanks, Jami!). He played all of the hits you would expect, as well as some great surprises, including being joined onstage by Don Felder of the Eagles for a couple of numbers. I have to say I was really very surprised at how much I enjoyed the show.

Surprised because I wasn't really that big of a fan back in the 70's. Oh, I owned the record, of course. Everyone did. It was 1976 and I was fifteen years old, so it was kind of required. It's a little known fact that in the 70's there were certain albums that, if you were a teenager, government agents came to your house and made you buy them. Frampton Comes Alive was one of these albums. So was Rumours by Fleetwood Mac and the first eponymously titled album by Boston. I apparently wasn't home on the days that Hotel California and Bat Out of Hell came out, or I was above the cutoff age for record-buying compliance, because I never owned these. But Frampton... Oh yeah. That vinyl sat on my shelf.

In the spring of '76 you just couldn't avoid hearing cuts from this album if you listened to Rock Radio at all. I remember hearing about it for quite some time before I finally heard the whole thing. The first time was on an 8-Track tape at a cookout at Allen and Phillip's house (not their real names. I'm going to refer to them as Allen and Phillip in what is no doubt a failed attempt to conceal their identities since anyone who knew me back then will immediately know who I'm talking about. Some of the following may be incriminating, but I trust that the statute of limitations, for anything illegal as well as for my caring what anybody else thinks at this point, are well past). It was long and drawn out and other than the singles, kind of forgettable. I remember wondering what the fuss was about. At the time my favorite bands were KISS, Alice Cooper, Queen, and The Sweet, so Frampton simply didn't have enough makeup, costuming or sparkle to hold my attention for long. He was a guitar hero, not a superhero. But I bought it anyway.

Allen and Phillip's family ran a small farm. The raised some cattle and grew some crops. Compared to the giant farms in the midwest this was a really modest operation. It did provide me with some summer work as I helped them put up hay, milk cows, and repair fences. Every summer we would plant three acres of sweet corn and spend part of the summer picking and selling it from the back of a truck in nearby Waynesburg.

Phillip and I were the same age so ostensibly he was my best friend. Allen was three years older and honestly I had more in common with him. Phillip was more into sports than I ever was (and partially responsible for my one year on a Little League baseball team). He also had a lot more enthusiasm for Southern Rock and cows than I could muster. Allen didn't share my fondness for Glam, but in the long run his musical taste was more influential in molding my 70's Rock experience. We listened to a lot of radio together. In the Pittsburgh market that meant WPEZ and 13Q and WDVE, which by the way still plays the same songs today that it did then.

We all come to music fandom and music culture by our own routes, based on exposure and locale. All we had was the radio. There were no all-ages clubs in Greene County, or clubs at all for that matter. I'm sure jukebox hits were being played in the bars we couldn't get into, and probably even some live bands. These were all out of our reach. I read about that time period in other parts of the country and world and feel some sense of envy over scenes that I know would have completely blown my mind if I had been exposed to them. This was the era of CBGB's and Max's Kansas City, though I wouldn't have been old enough to get into them either. But there were places like Rodney Bingenheimer's English Disco in Hollywood, and the Sugar Shack where people like Joan Jett and Cherie Currie of the Runaways would go and hang out and discover music (and alcohol and drugs and a certain level of fame). Those girls were only a couple of years older than I was. Allen was older than them and I hung out with him and his friends. Why wasn't there something that cool going on around me? All we could do was listen to the radio in our rooms, or cruise around the back roads with the radio cranked. Apparently life on the Hollywood strip was a lot different than life in rural southwestern Pennsylvania.

Who knew?

When Allen graduated high school in 1976 he got a car, a little red Chevy Nova with an 8-Track player. Now we drove around those back roads with full rock albums blaring from the speakers. Well, blaring as much as the sound system of a little red Chevy Nova could blare, with momentary silences as the player would switch between tracks, sometimes in the middle of a song if it was too long.

And it's this part of the story where I become a 70's cliché. You know that kid in the movie Dazed and Confused? Mitch, the fifteen year old who spent the movie riding around getting high with the older kids? Yeah, that was me. If you can picture the character of Hyde from That 70's Show you now have a pretty good picture of Wayne circa 1976-79.

I was just that much too young to have picked up those early albums by Led Zepplin and Deep Purple and Black Sabbath (and if I'm being honest here, Black Sabbath kind of weirded out my back woods Methodist upbringing). I heard the songs on the radio, of course. You couldn't grow up around here in the 70's without hearing Stairway to Heaven and Black Dog until you were sick of them. It took me a lot of years to be able to go back and listen to these bands with an unbiased ear.

So while I missed some of the earlier 70's Classic Rock albums there are perhaps a dozen or so 8-Tracks that are burned into my teenage brain in ways that no other music in my life is. Most of these... no, None of these would ever make a Favorite Albums of All Time list. But they are in my synapses, every note, every word, every guitar solo. Frampton Comes Alive was one of these. Others included the aforementioned Boston, Slow Hand by Eric Clapton, Leftoverture by Kansas, Bob Segar and the Silver Bullet Band's Stranger in Town, Sixteen Greatest Hits by the James Gang. A few years ago I picked up a used copy of Four Wheel Drive by Bachman Turner Overdrive and though I swear I hadn't heard the entirety of that album in nearly thirty years I knew every word.

Allen was also responsible for another significant aspect of my teen years. In addition to Rock and Roll, it was Allen who introduced me to those twin fears of parents everywhere, drugs and alcohol. Now let me go on record here and say that I never indulged in either of those two activities to the extreme extent that many people do, nor have they ever caused problems in my life. But, I was a teen in the 70's. There was a modicum of indulging that I seemed to have been more successful in covering up than many of my contemporaries.

Being eighteen was more significant then than it is now. The legal drinking age in Pennsylvania was twenty-one at the time, but in nearby West Virginia it was eighteen. There was a place just spitting distance over the state line in a small village called Rock Lick. I would hazard a guess that almost everyone from my home school district got their first legal taste of beer from Patty's Place. Not that I was legal yet.

But Allen was.

So one night we were camping out in the cornfield in a small canvas tent and Allen decided to sneak up to the farmhouse after his grandparents went to bed to go get beer. He “borrowed” their car, so this must have been before he got the Nova, so I'm thinking summer of '75. He made the twenty or so mile trip to Patty's Place and returned bearing a six-pack of something cheap. So, sitting around a campfire in a dark cornfield, I had my first beer. Can't say I was very impressed with it. Still not a fan, truth be told. Phillip and I, after our single beer apiece (Allen finished the rest), took a long walk in the middle of the night on a winding dirt road, both of us believing we were a lot more drunk than we actually were, freaking out that we were going to get caught. When the only car of the evening went by we jumped a barbed wire fence and hid in some bushes, giggling like the drunkards we weren't. The next morning we were tired from lack of sleep and Allen was probably a little hung over. We picked a truck load of fresh corn and sold it the next day at 90 cents a dozen.

Yeah, Rodney's English Disco it wasn't.

When Allen went away to college in the fall of '76 he discovered pot, and of course he had to come home and share it with us. I was far more hesitant to take this step than I had been with the beer, but peer pressure and curiosity won out. I was never a pothead the way some people were. I never bought it on my own or ever owned any that I brought home with me. But if Allen was around and had some I would indulge. We would pull our stash out of the little plastic bin we called the Toybox, shove the cartridge into the player, and by the time Frampton was asking everybody if they feel like he do, we did.

So in the Holy Trinity of Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll I was two for three. Meat Loaf would sing that two out of three ain't bad, but given the choices here I would gladly have given up the pot and bad wine for a little loving. The 8-track was never going to be the soundtrack of a love life for me. The first couple of girlfriends I had were simply into very different things than I was, so it would be years before I met anyone I truly shared this passion with.

Allen spent more and more time at college and Phillip and I drifted apart. I started hanging out with another pair of brothers and transferred a lot of the same behavior patterns to them. No 8-tracks were involved, but we played a lot of records. They shared my obsession with KISS and that proved the basis for a lot of our friendship at the time. We put on the KISS makeup and made pretty bad costumes for a community Halloween party. We skipped school together on the day we went all went to our first concert, KISS at the Civic Arena in January of '78. Later that spring we made much better versions of the costumes, donned the makeup and lip-synched our way through Firehouse and Black Diamond for a school talent show.

In the early 80's I had a used blue Ford Granada. It came equipped with an 8-track player. In spite of the years hanging with Allen I never actually owned any 8-tracks, and it was a dying technology by this point. Luckily for me the previous owner had left a copy of Heroes by David Bowie in the car. By this time I was hanging with a new friend who shared my interests in music and comics. Younger than me he was possessed of either more self-control or more fear when it came to illicit substances. The alcohol and pot pretty much left my life entirely while we were hanging out.

Bowie occupies a strange place in my music history. Today I am a huge fan. Rebel, Rebel and Fame were two of the earliest 45 singles I ever owned. With his makeup and costumes and sparkle you would think I would have been all over Bowie. But, the heyday of Ziggy Stardust was over by the time I was really getting into buying my own albums, and he wasn't getting a lot of coverage in the admittedly sparse music press I had access to. Though I was aware of Diamond Dogs when it came out, on my limited budget I somehow never picked it up. His Berlin years went by pretty much unnoticed by me and the radio stations I listened to.

So Heroes was a complete surprise when I slotted the cartridge. It was weird and challenging, but even though I quickly installed a cheap tape deck in my car instead of investing in more 8-tracks, I still listened to that one a lot, and it quickly led me to picking up a lot of his back catalog.

The car cassette player was a must from then on. In the 90's I bought adapters so that I could plug my portable CD player into my car stereo. Today my mp3 player is plugged directly into my car. I have a tough time driving anywhere without some tunes.

I blame the 8-track. Over the years I have picked up most of the albums that were seared into my brain (still don't have that Bob Segar record. So much for Old Time Rock and Roll). There have been other albums, many of them, that I like better than these, that mean more to me, that are the soundtrack to other parts of my life. But, if I really think about it, every era of my life has these kinds of albums. These are the ones that are important at the time, that provide a backdrop to life but that slip away over time. It can take years to be able to listen to them again and recognize their importance.

And some of them, in this case Frampton Comes Alive, continue to exert influence in ways I would never have expected. At the concert I stood near a couple of teenage boys. I was surprised to see them singing along with all the hits. At one point during Show Me the Way one of them lifted a lighter into the air. Not his cell phone... an old fashioned lighter. The songs are as burned into his brain they are in mine and this will be a part of his personal musical history.

Hope they blasted their car stereo on the way home.





Thursday, June 6, 2013

New 4 Star Review for This Creature Fair

I guess I need to look through the book for typos... again. :-)

From Amazon.


4.0 out of 5 stars
 
InterestingJune 5, 2013
By 
pghkitten "S.A." (Pittsburgh, PA USA) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: This Creature Fair (Kindle Edition)
I enjoyed this book, which mixes ancient mythology with the modern music scene, creating an interesting urban fantasy tale. The characters struggle with issues like the conflict of family and tradition with the need to carve out one's own life, the difficulty of falling into a mundane routine and losing sight of one's dreams, and the fears of aging artists who worry that creativity is a childish thing to be put away. Morrigan Blue is an interesting take on the traditional character of the muse.

The Kindle version contained enough typos to be a bit distracting, and I thought that the climactic battle wrapped up a little too neatly, but other than that, I enjoyed this read, and am looking forward to seeing more by this author.

New 5 star Review for This Creature Fair!

From Amazon.


5.0 out of 5 stars awesome bookMay 22, 2013
This review is from: This Creature Fair (Volume 1) (Paperback)
Great book! Awesome story with a fair bit of supernatural goodness thrown in, I couldn't put it down! I really enjoyed the story, all of the music references, and seeing as the story is set in Pittsburgh, loved seeing references to my current home city!

Sunday, May 12, 2013

On The Ropes Review in Pittsburgh Post Gazette

I have a review of the graphic novel On the Ropes in today's Pittsburgh Post Gazette. This is a sequel to the classic comics series Kings in Disguise by Jim Vance and Dan E. Burr.

I've had dozens and dozens of articles published in my writing career, but this is the first in a major market daily newspaper.










Sunday, May 5, 2013

Interview about Scratch


About a year and a half ago I was interviewed about my ebook Scratch by Stephen Foland for a website he was writing for at the time. Due to circumstances beyond his control the site closed down before the article was posted. It was a really good interview and I was sad that no one ever got to see it.

I saw Stephen last night and he said to just go ahead and post it myself, so here it is. Stephen asked some really good questions that went to the heart of my novel as well as some bigger picture aspects of my life and writing in general.

There may be Spoilers ahead.


Ten questions for Wayne Wise, author of Scratch.

  1. Where did you get the inspiration for Scratch? What was the first mental image you had that really crystallized the concept?

Scratch began its life as a short story in a series of fanfics that a friend and I were writing set in the Marvel Comics universe. Somewhere along the line I realized that there was a core of a much bigger story in it and that it would be easy to strip out all of the superpowers and Marvel trappings and still have something. What survived is the basic idea of a madman attempting to kidnap his biological daughter from her mother and chasing them to this rural community with a secret. I think the central image of a small, innocent-looking girl with angel wings chained in the basement of a church is what led to everything else. The prolog, though it has been rewritten and polished several times over, appears much the same as it did in the original story.

  1. The book seems to be focused on the savagery that exists in the hearts of so-called civilized men. Though there are supernatural elements in the story, the real monsters are the humans. Like in C.S. Lewis’s The Screwtape Letters there is the notion that all we need to be at our worst is the slightest nudge. Do you subscribe to the notion of “Original Sin,” if not in the theological sense, then in the social philosophical sense?

In most of my work that deals with the supernatural the real evil seems to come from people and not from the “monsters.” We do horrible things to each other without a supernatural agency being behind it. Every day, the news is filled with far worse things than I can invent. I think it is easy for people to blame an outside force for what they do rather than take responsibility for their actions. In the novel the residents of Canaan are eager to blame Scratch for the evil in their town. He becomes a whipping boy for their guilt and by projecting it onto him, metaphorically and physically through the agency of Gabrielle, they are able to expiate it. Part of my goal is to show the dark side of people. I don't think we are served by hiding or ignoring darkness. It festers in the dark, if I may be so obvious in explaining my primary metaphor in Scratch. This tendency of mine probably originates with being a long time fan of Alice Cooper (something I know we share). Alice always showed us the dark underbelly of our culture. The other part of my goal, hopefully, is to balance that by the good achieved by other characters in my story. As far as “original sin” goes... I don't really subscribe to the concept in a metaphysical sense. I think that is also projecting our own evils onto supernatural precedents in an attempt to remove ourselves from responsibility. If I'm born in sin then I really don't have to take responsibility. It's Cain's fault. I think we're all capable of evil acts, or at least we're tempted by them. I think it's easy to make little decisions that seem like nothing at the time that can lead to bigger evils. The benefit of Horror, or Fantasy or SciFi is that it allows you the metaphor to deal with this stuff.

  1. In Scratch, the small town of Canaan, West Virginia is brimming with emotional intrigues and deception. Is this a case of “writing what you know” in terms of your experiences with rural towns or upbringing?

Let me say up front here, that though I was raised in a small, rural church (that's a photo of the church I grew up going to on the cover of the book, circa 1929), we never actually kept a young girl or an angel chained in the basement. It doesn't even have a basement. I haven't attended that church in years but still know people who do and quite honestly, as much as I have moved away from it in my life I have nothing but warm feelings toward it and the people who go there. They are good people and I don't really trace my own feelings toward religion to any antipathy toward this community. Quite the opposite in fact. I may no longer follow their religious path, but the basic lessons of compassion and kindness and mutual support inform my earliest memories. My book is about secrets, and the lengths people will go to to protect them. I think any community has secrets, the classic “skeletons in the closet” thing. It doesn't have to be rural. Any place with a long history has a history of secrets... lies, addictions, violence, infidelities, deaths, murder in some cases. It's part of human nature. Canaan is, in the tradition of fiction, an exaggerated example. None of the residents of Canaan are based on anyone that I know specifically. That said, in the big metaphorical picture of my life, I've known every one of those people.

  1. You’re an author of comics as well as novels, who would you say are your primary influences in each form?

Too many to name. I devour books and comics. It's easier to track my comics influences. The Hernandez Brothers of Love and Rockets fame, in terms of both storytelling and art. Matt Wagner, creator of Mage: The Hero Discovered and Grendel. Scott McCloud on Zot, before he did Understanding Comics. Elfquest. Nexus. I've been going back and really looking at Dan DeCarlo and Harry Lucie, famous Archie Comics artists and both big influences on the Hernandez Brothers. Those are the ones that I can trace specific influences to, but really, I learned to read from comics. My entire sense of storytelling and heroic fiction can be traced to Marvel and DC in the 60's and 70's, so all of those creators. In writing... Everything. Stephen King, in terms of genre, certainly. Charles DeLint. Jonathan Carroll. Hermann Hesse.


  1. What was the moment in your life where you knew that you were going to write?

I've always known, on some level, that I wanted to be a storyteller. My earliest form of play was pretend in the effort to tell stories. My action figures were actors in stories of my own creation far more often than they were the characters they were marketed as. My nephew and I (he's the same age as me), used to spend hours playing in the woods, and it was always about playing out an entire narrative. We were “making movies.” It was improvisational theater. We would create characters and play out an entire story in the course of a Saturday afternoon. I always had a notebook full of drawings and notes for stories. When I was fifteen I wrote a typed, single-spaced 90-plus page “Men's Adventure” novel, full of sex and violence (neither of which I had any experience with at the time. No, you can't read it). But it was a full story, with a plot and lots of characters. I spent a lot of years trying to find my voice, more than a lot of authors, it seems.

  1. Scratch, along with This Creature Fair, and Bedivere Book One: The King’s Right Hand are all available as e-books. What do you see as the future of print publishing, and what do you perceive as the advantages of the e-book in terms of the current marketplace?

I love books. Physical books. I love the way they feel, the way they smell, the experience of reading them. I hope print books never go away entirely, and I don't really see that happening. I have mixed feelings about the ebook revolution. As a creator the terms for me are very good. I have control over the product. It succeeds or fails on its own merits. My royalty on a $2.99 ebook is better than my royalty on the $21.95 trade paperback edition of the novel I had published through a more traditional publisher several years ago. Online booksellers have killed a lot of brick and mortar stores, and as there are less and less of them traditional publishers are getting more and more conservative with what they will publish. They aren't taking as many chances with new authors. Thanks to Print-On-Demand technologies there are more small publishers than ever, but they don't really have much to offer in terms of royalties or advertising or getting your book in the stores. Self-publishing has always been looked down on in in the book industry, but I come from the world of comic books where it is an ideal to aspire to. It's a completely different mindset. Epublishing is DIY, utilizing digital technology. I wrote it, designed the covers, found artists to realize them for me, found editors, formatted it, promoted it... I am the business. I own the rights. A far as the future goes, it's hard to say. I hope books stay in print. Through a program affiliated with Amazon I will soon be making my three novels available in print editions, and while they will cost more than the ebooks, it's still a good deal for me, and I still own the rights. Sales on ebooks are up across the board while sales on regular books are down. I think the cheaper price of ebooks can have the effect of people actually buying and reading more. They say don't judge a book by it's cover. Don't judge a book by it's format. The story and ideas are the same whether it's on paper or on an ereader. Judge the content, not the method of delivery. The technology is out there, it's not going away. Mp3's changed the music industry but they didn't kill music.

  1. One of the major criticisms of the horror genre as a whole (as well as in DC’s “New 52”) is the gender roles of women. How would you characterize the sexualization/victim cycles present in the genre as well as in Scratch?

That's a really good question. When I sit down to write I don't really think in terms of this sort of thing. Characters appear to me as part of the creation process and they play roles in my story, many times taking the narrative in directions I didn't intend. As a result, there's not much of a conscious intent on my part to address these issues. I'm a victim of the tropes of my genre and the conventions of storytelling. That's not to dismiss or downplay the seriousness of the issue you raise. In the genres I work in there is always going to be the bad guys who are victimizing someone. The victimization of women in fiction is a complex issue. Some say it perpetuates the victim role. Others point out it is a reflection of reality and draws attention to the issue. It probably does both, depending on the context. In Scratch, an incident of date rape is a part of Holly's past and serves as part of her motivation and character. She was victimized by Billy in her past, and he continues to victimize others in the course of the story. He is, pretty overtly, the bad guy in my story. Hopefully, I present this in a fashion that shows what a messed up person he is and don't use these scenes gratuitously or pruriently (though I'm sure that's debatable). Like the residents of Canaan who do horrible things and blame it on Scratch, Billy is unable to take responsibility for his own failures, projecting blame on everyone else. This blame turns into violence as he becomes more deranged. I would argue that Holly, in spite of her past victimization, is healthier at the beginning of the story than her husband Adam is. She is in touch with her creativity, is a successful mother, and her career is on track. He's an emotional mess. I think Holly reclaims her power from Billy by the end of the story as well. In Canaan we see the incredibly dysfunctional relationship between Ed and Abigail, where she is without a doubt an abused woman. I don't think Ed is ever portrayed in a positive light. I think we have all known couples who live like this, so this portrayal is representational of a dynamic that actually exists in the world, healthy or not.

I think it is also fair to point out that there is a lot of victimization of men in the novel as well. Without giving too much away, a couple of men have a pretty harrowing experience in Canaan. I don't have statistics to back this up, but my guess is that violence against men happens in fiction as often, if not more so, than violence against women. As a society we are more accepting of violence against men. It's not as big of a social issue so it doesn't get commented on as often. And once again, that's not said to undermine the seriousness of the issue of violence against anyone.

The eventual body count in Scratch is pretty democratic in regards to the sexes.
I like to think that when writing I treat characters equally, at least in terms of being honest in the presentation of who they are, male or female. People are complex, and any fictional narrative, no matter how detailed, is shallow compared to the depths of real humans.

I don't know if I've really done justice to this topic. It's a big issue and is pervasive in all storytelling.

  1. There is a great deal of esoteric symbolism present in the story: Animal spirits, labyrinths, womb and birth imagery. Was this something that evolved unintentionally and organically in the writing, or something that you actively pursued?

These are all topics that have fascinated me for years, so I've done a lot of research and reading on them. I didn't really know they were going to be featured as strongly as they were until I started writing. Some of this comes from personal experience as well. In the early 90's I had a series of significant dreams about bears. Now I come from a Jungian perspective on psychology, and had immersed myself in the whole Joesph Campbell craze of the time, so when this happened I naturally started reading everything I could on bear symbolism. There's a great book called The Sacred Paw by Paul Shephard that sums up pretty much everything you might want to know on the topic. Adam's dreams in the novel are based on my own, though his are more specifically narrative than mine. The bear knocking on his bedroom window and beckoning, as well as the image of a bear in the worldtree, come straight from my dreams. Once I started this symbolic path in the book it took on a life of its own and grew well beyond my original plans. The juxtaposition of mythic, more nature-based shamanic imagery against the admittedly twisted Christian imagery of angels and devils was certainly intended.

  1. You’re forthcoming about your role as a practicing magician. Can you tell us a bit about your own personal cosmologies? Chaos-based? Thelema?

I guess if I'm going to toss out the word “Magician” in my author bio I should be ready to address the issue. I've been meaning to blog about my thoughts on this topic, but hadn't gotten around to it. Let me say at the outset, I don't have any real answers for anyone else, nor are my comments meant to be definitive. I'm all about everyone finding their own path. This is what works for me.

This will probably be long, so bear with me.

I don't really follow any specific cosmology. I've read about most of the more well-known systems, of course. I've spent time with the Tarot, and read bits about the Kaballah, and alchemy and the medieval magical systems. I'm aware of most of the ideas from Crowley and that movement. I've also read the spiritual ideas from most of the world religions. I've read Biblical writings and the Tao Te Ching and parts of the Upanishads and Wiccan/Pagan histories and lots of other stuff. None of these work for me whole cloth, partially because they simply don't reflect the world I live in. There are lots of great ideas and they have made me think differently about the universe, but none of them claim my allegiance. I'm a bit of a spiritual gypsy, picking and choosing the bits that work for me (so I guess I'm a little chaotic, in that sense). I'm a little skeptical about anything that resembles a closed system. I don't cast spells in any way that would make sense to anyone. I don't mystical rituals that I ascribe to. I'm incredibly wary of any system that claims to have all of the answers to anything, whether an organized religion, an organized political party, or an organized magical system. My belief in regards to this is that far too often the followers of these systems begin to confuse the metaphors of their belief for the things these metaphors point to. That leads to trouble.

I think we are always removed from the ineffable. Short of neverending enlightenment I don't think we can understand the true workings of the universe, at least the metaphysical ones (and I say that while being completely open to the idea that science may one day explain it all). We talk about these things through myth and metaphor. And then we go to war over who has the best metaphor, completely missing the point of the whole thing. Everyone needs to find a system that works for them, but always remember that the accoutrements of the system are only symbols, not the truth itself. I think that's what the admonishment about worshiping false idols really means.

For myself the idea of the Magician is a metaphor to remind me to be aware of the magic in the world, and that by being aware of it I can bring it into my life. Other than through fictional characters like Merlin and Dr. Strange my first real contact with this mode of thought came through my reading of the Carlos Castaneda books in my late teens. Now, I'm aware that a lot of his work has been discredited, at least in terms of whether it ever actually took place. Even then I didn't care whether it was “real” or not. I read it as a parable. Something doesn't have to be real to be true. I now know he took a lot of ideas from other metaphysical systems. My point here is that this was my first contact with the idea of living life as a “sorcerer.” I reread the entire series a couple of years ago and was amazed at how many of these ideas still form a lot of my core beliefs. Magic is perception. If you want to change the world, change the way you see it. The only true power we have is power over self (the only kind that interests me, anyway). Before we can change anything else we must effect change on ourself. In psychology it's called reframing. Change your belief system and you change the world around you. Travel the path with heart, or “Follow your bliss,” as Joseph Campbell would say.

Then I started reading about quantum physics, and man, that stuff is pure magic. Yes, I know that there are scientific formulas that prove these theorems, but as a lay person, the math might as well be esoteric magic symbolism. Ideas like David Bohm's Implicate Order theory, or a holographic model of the universe resonate with my perceptions. The idea of Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle, at least in terms of a metaphor for me since I don't pretend to understand the math involved, sounds a lot like the idea of changing your perspective and changing the world. For me it is easy to see the connections between the ideas of quantum theory and the classic metaphysical systems. Physicist Dr. Fred Alan Wolf wrote on these topics, and I believe coined the term Quantum Shaman (I may be mistaken on that, but it's where I first encountered the term). My friend Steve Segal, in his recent book Geek Wisdom talks about how there are Math Geeks and there are Myth Geeks, but at heart it's all the same thing. I'm definitely more of a Myth Geek.

I have an MA in Clinical Psychology and read tons of Jungian work, applying his thoughts to all of the esoteric systems and what they represent in psychological terms. As I said, the works of Joseph Campbell provided the basic framework I still use to look at the contact point between all of these topics. In the 90's I read a series of psychology books that talked about Masculine Psychology by breaking it down into four basic archetypes. The first book was called King, Warrior, Magician, Lover. Truly healthy men, according to the book, are able to tap into the positive qualities of each of these (and each has negative connotations to beware of). The author's take on it is that anyone who engages in any type of specialty knowledge, be it a brain surgeon or a car mechanic, is accessing the Magician. He is the technician of knowledge in one guise, and the technician of the sacred in another. Sorcerer and Shaman. Math geek and myth geek.

Around that same time is when the bear dreams started showing up, so my interests turned to Shamanism. I tend to prefer this as a more naturalistic approach than all of the formulas and symbolism. But I recognize that this tends to have a religious connotation to it. Real world religions still have shaman who engage in a lifetime of dedication. I am not that. Many years ago I was “ordained” as a minister by an online service that professed no specific religious belief other than that of everyone having the right to get legally married outside of the strictures of organized religion. I did it as a whim, but discovered that it was legal in all states. My primary social group has always been a hodgepodge of beliefs and non-belief, yet when things like marriages and funerals come up they all seem to recognize the need for some sort of ritual. Because of my beliefs and demeanor I have fallen pretty naturally into a role that we all refer to, tongue in cheek, as “Shaman of my tribe.” I have performed a dozen weddings and one funeral.

As a creative person, in my case a writer and an artist, I believe that all Art is an act of magic. It is an effort to take my perceptions of the universe and make them visible. I am creating myself more than I am any work of art. Comics creator Alan Moore (of Watchmen fame), claims to be a magician, and in his case it is with all the trappings and esoteric history one expects from that word. He has said that writing is an act of magic. When we write, we spell. Grammar serves as our grimoire. We are giving life to an idea and casting it out into the world. Positive or negative (and I try for the positive), this effects change in the world. Ideas are memes that change people, so we need to be careful about the ideas we put out there. Grant Morrison, another comics writer who claims to be a magician (I'm sensing a theme here) talks about Pop Magick (google it to read his thoughts). He is not caught up in the magical traditions of the past, but believes that it is here around us all the time, taking new forms that reflect our current culture, which I happen to agree with. He talks a lot about the idea of Sigil Magick, which basically is giving an idea a symbolic form and putting it into the world. In his view the McDonald's golden arches logo, all corporate logos, are sigils that have tremendous power in the world. Anyone who sees the logo associates a whole complex of ideas with it and it changes their behavior, in this case for the purpose of making money for the owners of the logo. His series, Batman Inc. deals with this idea.

I believe that everything is connected. I believe this because it feels right to me and science tells me it is true. If it is true, then everything we do has connections to every other thing. Being conscious of these connections is what is magic to me. We all experience synchronicity, which is defined as “Meaningful Coincidence.” The key here is finding the meaning. It's always there if we look for it, because by looking for the meaning we create it (Heisenberg, anyone?). All it takes to see it is a change in our perception. Seeing the connections allows us to align ourselves with the universe. It's living life in balance. It's the Tao. It's recognizing that what we put into the world is what we get out of it.

“And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.”

  1. What other projects do you have in the pipeline right now?

I'm working on the second novel in the Bedivere series. Right now it's a trilogy in my head. It's a more complex story, so the writing of it can be a little slower. I have ideas for more stories set in the world of both Scratch and This Creature Fair. There are several characters from my print novel, King of Summer (which will be available as an ebook eventually), who will appear in further stories. I'm in the really early phases on a non-fiction project about comics and my personal experiences with it. I'm not exactly sure what kind of form the final product will take, but it's shaping up.

Thanks for the interview and review. These were wonderful questions that forced me to think... always a little dangerous.