On my blog I've been running a series of old Japanese Kaiju and giant hero tv episodes, and this is one of them.
I never realized when I was a kid watching Ultraman that he would be featured in so many movies and TV programs over time, but I guess the idea of a gigantic hero protecting earth is not lost upon all generations when our world is so full of violence and hatred.
I guess we all wish it could be better and there were super heroes to stop all the stupidity going on.
I like to share these little snippets of fun from the various Ultraman Series.
Japanese hero movies with Kaiju remain my favorite watching experience. Even though they can't match the efx of most modern day work...they come close...and they are really quite original, considering their budgets are so much smaller than our own productions.
For a long time the work of Japan was actually far in advance of American efx.
The last shivers of light from the setting sun slid behind the copious spread of trees about his mansion, settling his attic bedroom in a comfortable radiance of darkness. While vampires are immune to the effects of sunlight, they don't prefer it, instead preferring the more gentle light of the moon. As he slept upside down, his bare feet clinging to his favorite bed rafter, his eyelids slowly phased open, allowing more and more light to caress the weariness of the day before.
"Sheridan Holmes, The Curse of the Serpent King," is available at Amazon.
I always wondered if Sherlock ever allowed himself to settle down and be a father, and what kind of father he might turn out to be and in this story, you can discover what I did as his son and the very impish, but bright Emily Watson, the daughter of Doctor John Watson, pair off to team on an investigation that delves into mystical horrors and mythological beasts and gods.
And what would a Baker Street Adventure be without Sherlock and Watson, and a guest duo as well. Whom you'll just have to wait and read about when you read the story.
War of the Worlds, The Invasion continues. A sample of something I write a while back. Fun stuff with an odd bent to it.
In the year of our Lord
Eighteen Hundred and Ninety One
This August Thirty First
The Globe Theater
The Queen's Room
"To be or not to be...that is the question." My lead actor spoke upon our stage. I watched from the second level gallery, making sure his pitch and diction were strong and clear enough. He looked up at me and I gestured for him to continue, but my mind was elsewhere. So much has happened since I last put anything down in my journal.
I'm not sure where to begin.
When last I wrote I mentioned I had sent my favorite pigeon to bring a message to my friends in Paris. I needed to know if they were alright first, and then if there were problems, what I could do to help. I had the ear of our Queen, and was not loath to wax it with soothing words on their behalf if need be. She was a stern queen, but a fair one. She loathed men who were weak and full of folly, but she loved men who were brave and daring, such as Jules and Wells.
Wells had been on her list of men she was considering knighting for his pretigious output of fictional journeys and adventures. She likened him to her other favorite, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, whom I have not yet had the chance to acquaint myself with personally, as we do keep our lives in pretty much different worlds these days. I have passed him in the palace from time to time and we have chatted briefly, but that is not the kind of conversation that leads to a deep friendship, but rather a shallow courteous one.
I tend to the opposite. I like to know those I am around in all the ways possible. I suppose that is because I am a writer, an observer of life and as such my mind demands more details than most who go day to day on their life journeys.
As I was seated observing my actor deliver his soliloqy, Sarah returned. She always knew where I was and I always kept a treat for her. Perhaps that motivated her more than anything else, I can not be sure of what goes on in a pigeon's mind, other than utter kindness.
She landed on the railing beside me and cocked an eye on me, then nodded to her right foot where a note was attached. I gave her a treat, and hurriedly untied the message to read it. I was distressed while doing it, because my actor had just blown the next two lines and said, "whether it is bolder to go outside and face the storm than..." Furious at the disruption of my beautiful poetry, I almost chased Sarah away, but I kept my temper in check for both her and the actor.
He was having a rough time at home as I understood it. Something about a romance with another man that wasn't going well. I felt for him, for relationships were difficult with the opposite sex, let alone the same. It is the nature of relationships that they have difficulties. If you are looking for a peaceful and tranquil ride throughout your life, then do not seek a relationship, as they are not always tranquil or peaceful, they are human. And humans feel and sometimes too deeply. And sometimes too shallowly. The choices we all must live with.
I motioned to the actor to do it again and as he did I swiftly unraveled the note and read it.
"Dear Will, it is with the utmost sense of urgency that I request you speak with the brotherhood. Paris is in distress such as no man could ever have suspected to happen. Our beloved Eiffel Tower is now a broken toy, and much of our fair city has been burned and leveled to the ground. I fear that my dear friend Wells is taking this much harder than I, and I can barely look at myself in our mirror now, knowing we might have unwittingly set off the monstrous destruction we now survey about us."
It was a long note. I looked up and the actor was looking at me, an expression of what next. I glanced at my Stage Manager who stood right stage watching and motioned for him to cue the man. He did so and the actor got back in character again and continued.
I returned to the note, my hands trembling, for I feared the rest of the news that surely must be there.
"A strange device from another world has descended into our fair city and it immediately began destroying anything and anyone in its path. I fear it is but the advance guard for something far worse."
I looked up and muttered to myself. "Worse than destroying Paris?"
I shuddered in horror.
I read on.
"Contact the brotherhood, let them know we have a greater peril now than the war between our nations. That a War of the Worlds has begun.
"I shall endeavor to contact you again in two days if able. For now my friends and I must help as many as possible to survive this catastrophe.
"Your friend, Jules."
I looked up again, tears misting my eyes. It was that bad. The Captain's words rang in my ears again in remembrance and I knew at that moment that the play was not the thing in this case, and that the Great Wheel now turning was being spun by hands not meant to be guided by our Creator, but by something far darker.
Pardon me if I seem somewhat melodramatic, but that is my nature as an actor and writer, but as a human being I can only shudder in horror at the thought, "A War of the Worlds has begun."
And it was at that moment that a great shout arose from outside the theater, as if a great crowd were crying out in horror.
Legends collide with legends as a desperate journey to seize power is begun.
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Two of our world's most famous authors go on an adventure that will stagger even their imaginations as they join a dangerous expedition ordered by the Pope and Napoleon Bonaparte.
An alternate history world where science fiction and fantasy go hand and hand with reality. Where heroes are larger than life; romance is deeper than the oceans; and villains will do anything to win what they want!
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The Grasshopper Speaks!
As a writer you want to put out only the best work you possibly can.
As a human being you want to walk the path that has the least amount of obstructions.
As a good writer you seek to inspire and energize the imaginations and dreams of your readers.
As a human being you hope to do no harm.
Can we do all those things?
Once said was, "You can please some of the people some of the time, but not all the people all of the time."
And that's just a simple truth of our world.
It's a world of constant shifting for balance...right and wrong...good and bad...happy and sad...enough money and not close to it. It's a world of opposites and don't let anyone tell you differently.
I've worked with some pretty rich people and they are no more happy than the poorest of people, they just have money to fall back on to indulge their down moments.
A wise grasshopper knows that the true balance in life is just doing the best you can, and walking that path with as little brusqueness as possible. Simply trying to do a good life is not easy. What is good for one person, may not be for another.
We are all souls climbing Jacob's Ladder. Some higher on the ladder, some lower, but all striving to get to the ultimate goal. Peace of mind and balance.
Whether you believe it is through money, sex, fame or fortune...well, that's your path.
But whatever path you take, just know it all ends up someday at the same goal. Balance. Even if it is painful getting there.
That all said.
I thought it would be fun to go through some of the thoughts on my mind as a write. I haven't had much time to do so of late, because of my regular job and trying to get in enough time writing and all my own crafts I enjoy...not including time for my loved ones!
Creative types can be driven or driving. I try to drive, but my love of art is so tremendous that sometimes I forget about the simpler things...like sleeping a full night, eating a good meal, keeping up with my friends...it goes on and on, but I try. As I'm sure we all do in our own ways.
I try never to judge another's failings, because I have a nice list of my own.
I'm looking forward to summer and the extra time it gives me.
Squeezing out my latest Sherlock Holmes adventure has been both a work of art and a time of great contrition, because I never have enough time it seems and it always pulls me away from doing something else equally as important.
"Ascension," my latest novel coming out on Amazon sometime this day deals with the rebirth of a famous author. One, whom I've loved since a child. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I still love his writing after all these years. And so I honor him by reinventing his world and modernizing it as I am pretty sure he might have done as well were he alive this day.
The fun of it is that I get to have him react with modern technology while still having some kind of familiarity about him...a Victorian environment jazzed up by Tesla technology. The equivalent of cell phones and computers in our own world and time.
Finding the time to write this story, which is a major expansion on an older idea I had, has been gruesome at times.
As many of you already know, I am a teacher in my Clark Kent time of the day and that requires a lot of time and effort as well.
It's been a real eye opener for me to teach at the middle school level these last couple years. It has actually helped me master a lot of things...like mostly patience. Kids are like bombs waiting to go off sometimes, and you have to tread lightly. Whoops! There's that balance thing again.
And if its not the kids, it's the parents, and more often than not the administrators...driven by their own demons...who add even more stress to the mix of trying to be a good teacher to so many kids who don't even want to learn.
I've seen a growing proportion of kids these days who are more interested in playing games...or mischief, unfortunately... than in developing personal skills and enhancing their knowledge of the real world.
Teaching in many ways is like writing. You are always trying to find the right/write combination of words or visualizations that will ignite the spark that flings the reader/student into a frenzy of self examination, excitement and urge to learn more.
I love pushing in the direction of a world where the wealth is more equitable and people more kind, even knowing that that dream may be just that...a dream.
I just try hard not to add to the grief in this world. Not all easy. Not always nice. Not always possible.
So what does this all have to do with science fiction and fantasy and especially my writing?
Podcast 2, December 12, 2015. Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Missing Heart, Part Two: "The Clutching Hand." Death is not your friend.
Well, here it is after hours and hours of blood and sweat. Everything that could go wrong did. Murphy was wagging his law at me BIG TIME today!
Finally managed to put it all together.
Let me know what you think.
Who do you think the killer is?
Is it someone from canon or some one more bizarre?
Be sure to listen to Podcast One, so it all comes together for you. There are clues that all add up to the climax. See if you can guess ahead of the story from what there is.
Best to all in the upcoming holidays!
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News alert! Beware Baker Street Universe, the United States of Corporate America is coming to take you away!
The silence that had fallen was broken by the voices of hell as hundreds of demons launched from the innards of the Globe Theater and rushed them, their hungry eyes and claws reaching out to ravage them.
Have no fear I will complete this tale. I thought it a good point to break the story, since it has become much longer than I thought it would be to do another shot at my favorite Private Eye Crossbones.
Yup. I've changed his name. Seems more appropriate considering the state of America he has to deal with.
I will return to the Bane of Sherlock Holmes after I get a chance to catch my breath over the weekend, Meanwhile, look for a new tale of the Private Eye Crossbones in an hour or two as my fingers warm up the keys and they loosen into a semblance of a new and important tale in my Unisted States of Corporate America series of stories.
Any accidental or intentional finger pointing at corporate America is strictly on purpose.