Posts Tagged ‘writing’

The author as a live cartoon character

Wednesday, March 10th, 2010

Sometimes I get to do things I enjoy for money. While I do a certain amount of voice overs in a comfy studio, last week I was asked to do some live voice for animated characters at an international conference held in the Brussels Conference Center.


This was the deal. Conferences have speakers. Between speakers there’s not much snap, or great segue, no keep awake punches. The conference’s communications guy wanted some snap and got the idea of having satirical figures introducing speakers, delivering boring conference information, and suchlike. I had a contact, Tanya Arler , who got my name in the bag, and after a conversation, I landed the gig, as did Tanya.


During the morning, I played one of the two hecklers from The Muppet Show called Statler and Waldorf. I was Waldorf, the big-jaw one. muppets
Then in the afternoon, I played the Dalai Lama using a high-pitched Chinese accent that would never ever fly in the USA as being totally un-PC. Europe is less contaminated by such niceties. Satire has a bigger bite and stronger tradition in these various necks of the EU woods (what’s the old saying in the USA theater? “Satire is what closes on opening night”).Vincent Eaton as the Dalai Lama cartoon + Arnie cartoon This photo was taken off the monitor that showed what audience saw on the auditorium screen.


The performer who did the other voice sitting next to me was Olivier Schalbroeck a Belgian improv pro and we had a lot of fun sparking off each other and messing with the script. He played the other muppet and Arnie.


Here’s the technicalities. Software was used that, as I spoke into the microphone, the mouth of the character moved and the audience heard it simultaneously and, if all went well, they were entertained and laughed. For various facial movements, two techies, one per character, had joysticks and could make the eyebrows, cheeks, hairline and lots more move. Techies watching monitors & cartoon set-up Here you see the techies with 1) a joystick, 2) a screen for the characters, 3) bottom screen of the audience, and 4) camera shot of the stage.) It’s compact, workable and a bit flying by the seat of one’s pants.


Ideally one has a single director in such events. But we got three, which is always a generally awful idea. First the Communications Guy organizing the conference came in early and told us to add things to the script and interact with the audience and mock the speakers, and be daring, try things, shake it up. After we got going in the morning, our producer who put this all together, Dimitri Oosterlynck of Magicworlds, wore a headset and squatted next to us listening to suggestions/commands coming from the head booth telling us, bit by bit, not to interact with the audience so much, then skip the interacting with the conference speakers unless they did so first, not to be so “aggressive” and in short, by the afternoon, don’t be daring or shake it up. Dimitri tried to guide us as well, more gently, screening us from the client. But with three directors, three directions, and then us two talented meatballs, Olivier and me, trying to tiptoe gigantically between them and pleasing everyone and getting blander and more beige as the day wore on.


Here’s a photo I took off the monitor showing the excited looking audience seated in the conference center of Brussels.Audience in monitor waiting for Vincent Eaton to perform as cartoon character


Here’s the stage (photo off monitor again) where the cartoon characters would appear on the right when we were “on”. Stage screen


We were asked to write, then re-write the script according to what was being said by a speaker. This photo is a shot of the desk/table I sat at. script table of Vincent EatonThere are two microphones: one for making the mouth of the character move, the other to be heard in the hall. There’s the folder of the event. Pages of the script. A yellow marker, to mark My Words so I would say them and not my partner’s. A pen to add jokes and scratch out jokes and rewrite again and then wait for someone to direct me after I had said it and ell me not to be so daring, or quite so long, the next time.


Overall, it was a success, I was told. The Talent just had to be in permanent creative adjustment mode from morning to late afternoon. And it was a great energy suck. Five minutes of action, 30 or 60 or 90 minutes of wait around while a speech was made or panel discussion went on. Repeat for nine hours.

First 70 pages of Self-Portrait of Someone Else — online & free

Friday, February 12th, 2010

SELF-PORTRAIT OF SOME ELSE, novelAs I’m beginning to introduce the re-issue of my novel, Self-Portrait of Someone Else, into the big, wide world via blog, video, email, social networks and whatever else comes up, I want anyone interested to be able to read a sizeable chunk of the book. Just as you might when browsing a bookstore.And for free.


And yesyesyes, if they/you likey, buy the sucker.


Previously, I’ve put up two stand-alone story excerpts on this blog. You can also read/download those excerpts here at Hidden People.


Today I’m posting the first 70 pages of Self-Portrait of Someone Else (out of 244 pgs) in pdf. This way you can download the excerpt right to your hard disc or eReader—if it supports pdf files—and have at it during your grand and roomy leisure.


Here’s the link, along with that wondrous American word that sends you on your way, as though to a tasty meal: enjoy!)– Self-Portrait of Someone Else – first 70 pgs


PS
Oh! You want to see the suspense-thriller bookie-trailer-type thing? Lucky, lucky you, just happen to have the link HERE–THE VIDEO.Novel, fiction, suspense, thriller


PSS
I’m using a rather chatty, throw-away style talking about this rather serious, intense book that got a lot of good reviews on its initial release and which I’ll bring up at another time, but using this chatty-shatty tone can happen when I feel I’m getting into buy-marketing-promoting-show-off mode; so I cover me up.

The Role of the Anatomy in the Search for Self – excerpt from “How to Find Yourself…”

Monday, December 14th, 2009

Here’s a chapter excerpt from my book, “How to Find Yourself (or a reasonable facsimile)” called The Role of the Anatomy in the Search for Self.


Hope you have .pdf installed.


Have fun: The Role of the Anatomy in the Search for Self



Ray Bradbury and me, many years ago

Monday, December 7th, 2009

Many years ago in a different land when I was a different person than the one I am today, I encountered, very briefly,Ray Bradbury. The real deal sci-fi author who got mainstream respect.


At that time, I worked in commercial television as a television operations engineer. At home alone, my free time was spent writing, scribbling, white paper and pen battling. Getting my imagination to imagine. I was writing because I had to and to do so meant perhaps I could be a full-time writer. One day, someday, that big hope day.


And then one evening Ray Bradbury, whose work was being made into movies during those years, showed up for a broadcast interview. I was working at KCOP-TV, Hollywood, California. I had been assigned to the show where the interview would happen to work the boom (microphone controlled on a long cable that would dangle over his head out of camera shot).


Before the show, in the main hallway outside the studio door, there were lined up several soft drink machines. I was hanging around this area, waiting for the call for the start of the show when Ray Bradbury came sliding out of the studio, his eyes immediately focused on the soft drinks machines, his right hand already digging in his pant’s pocket, seeking coins.


I felt hesitation and thrill. Budding writer who wanted and needed to know from established, haloed writer in the flesh, an answer, The Answer.


Bradbury held a coin before the slot of the machine while his eyes took the measure of its contents. Standard soft drinks in bottles, not cans, nesting, waiting in a row. He seemed in a rush yet willing to spend some time on this significant decision. I shuffled, shy and hopeful, to the machine, to his side. I stood there. I looked at him, then the machine, then him. His eyes huge behind very thick eyeglasses never strayed from the machine’s offerings.


“Mr. Bradbury?” He did not look over. “I want to say I admire your work.”
Now he looked over. “Thank you.” He returned to his decision-making process, slightly bent over, his head like an outdoor elevator going up and down, checking the various floors of the soft drinks rack inside the machine.
“May I ask you a question?”


He let his coin fall and moved his fingers to the buttons where he would punch in the code for his soft drink decision.


“What does it take to be a writer?” Feeling this was one of the most bold questions ever poised during the history of mankind, I held my breath in anticipation of the reply.


He did not look at me as he pressed the code and replied, “Some’s got it, some’s don’t.”


His chosen bottle rattled down the shoot and smacked hard against the bottom drawer. He pressed up the plastic flap, reached in, got his bottle, used the cap opener lodged in the machine, turned and walked off.


I don’t remember the TV show or his remarks during the interview I was running boom on. I do remember “Some’s got it, some’s don’t.”


And all these decades later on the other side of my writing life I know this about Ray. He was right.

How to Write a Great Novel — a fast twitch answer to the question

Thursday, November 26th, 2009

Recently I linked via Facebook an article on“How to Write a Great Novel”.


Then I had someone message me, “Sure seems a messy process! How do YOU do it?”


First of all, I never set out to write a Great Novel. That’s a value judgment for reviewers and readers. I set out to write about interesting people in interesting situations in my voice using my imagination.


I did the years–decades–of staring at the white sheet of paper, then the blank computer screen–and wondering how every writer I admired (and some I didn’t) wrote, and read endless interviews and features, the beginner’s drudgery of finding inspiration and hope in another’s work habits.


Finally the fully-loaded and tuned imagination finds the individual voice and such articles on other authors’ working methods become minor curiosities.


Practically, I don’t do research, unless it happens when walking around and I encounter something and make a literal or mental note of it. If I write something that requires looking up, then I dump it and imagine something else. In my work, imagination always wins over facts. Reality is a starting point, not the main point.


After all the thinking and noting is done, if the actual book takes more than three months to write or is over two hundred pages, it’s too long. I have fast twitch muscles. Also, if the work doesn’t flow and I have to gnaw at it too much, means the subject, the characters, the story, is not yet mine. I allow it incubate some more, or I just let it go. If it wants to come back later on down the line, I’ll be here. If I’m not, it’ll find someone more suitable.


To expand on this. I’ve always got several books going at once, so if one refuses to budge or is insistently unripe, I shift to another. Let my subconscious fiddle with the problem while I word-word elsewhere until it comes tapping me on the shoulder and I say, Ah yes. Welcome back.


I have no time for writers who say, Doing this writing stuff is so hard. Then go be a trash collector, a waiter, or a middle manager. Do something that you don’t find so hard.


An empty page is a playground where anything is possible.


I don’t work at writing. I have long defined work as doing something when you would rather be doing something else.


There seems to be a lot of academic, labor intensive types in this article. As though if it is not hard work, it doesn’t have much chance at being serious. Pain is not gain. It is pain.


I hope that answers the question. If it doesn’t, it’s all the answer I have at this moment. (Or it is as deep as I choose to dig into this particular subject.) I prefer to spend my time in wonder, not thinking process and chin-stroking “aren’t I interesting in how I do my writing”. That’s the least amazing part of the imagination.


Imagination full-loaded

Vincent Eaton does his first blog

Wednesday, October 28th, 2009

This first blog is giving you, O Visitor, the lay of land of what you will find here.


NOTE ON MARCH 26, 2010 — AS THIS BLOG AS EVOLVED, THE CATEGORIES SPOKEN OF BELOW HAVE BEEN MODIFIED & SIMPLIFIED INTO WHAT IS NOW REFLECTED IN THE BLOG POSTS…


My Writing.
My fiction, plays, ebooks, multimedia, humor, autobiography, audio/podcasting…


My Publishing.
How and what my own independent company is doing, what’s going on there, what’s coming up, what you can to buy, what you can get free (lots).


Images & Performance.
My videos, acting and theater work.


Noises in the House.
Short self-contained autobiography/stories


The Rest of the Blah-Blah.
Whatever doesn’t fit in those four categories, will find a clambering life here. Like this blog post.


Intensions/instincts
While these are my intentions, things can change quicker than a famished kitten going after it’s mother’s nipple, so my real intention here is to follow my instincts. And what comes up, comes up.


On Posting.
I won’t be posting ten times a day. As necessary is the vague enough fallback position. Twice a week sounds reasonable. Maybe three times once in a while, again, only as necessary. This week, five, defining a bit more extensively what to expect in each of my categories.


On Shorter Noises
Other shorter noises I make can find a better, more temporary life on my Facebook and Twitter posts.


There.
First post done.


Am I online famous yet?