TUESDAY REVIEWS DAY!!! Peter Steigerwald's "The ZooHunters" Issue #2

So ... MELE KALIKIMAKA everybody!!! I did write this on Tuesday but with all the commotion and craziness and LOVE of Christmas, I didn't get to finish this until right now... 2AM -ish CHRISTMAS MORNING!!! Its my son's first Christmas!!! So EXCITED!!!

And since I'm writing about excitement...

I am so flipping excited to write about The ZooHunters!!! Peter Steigerwald is not only one of my favorite people in this universe, he is now one of my favorite Authors.

But before we go there... I got a random comment from someone I don't know complaining that I only give good reviews. YES THAT IS TRUE. I will ONLY give good reviews. There is too much TROLLING and bad reviewing going on out there that I feel no need to add to the negativity. If you would like to read horrible reviews... go to Amazon or Goodreads. Lots of bad and badly written reviews there.

Now where was I... oh yes...

"Dear Mom,

It still feels strange to write to you like this knowing you'll never read these.

You died."

If you have lost someone close to you... a mother, father... grandmother... you know that feeling. The author pours life and heart into the depth of this little boy's journal to his mom.

If this opening doesn't make you want to pick up the latest issue of The ZooHunters to find out what happened... then we can't be friends. (Go HERE for my blog on issue #1.) Maybe that statement is a tad emotional and harsh but I'm a new mommy and I'm allowed. I've even renamed this blog from "Monkey Monster Thoughts" to "MOMMY Monkey Monster Thoughts." I see things differently now. I'm not saying I see things better or clearer... just different.

Back to this BEAUTIFUL comic...

This comic makes all those different mommy feelings come alive. The comic is about FAMILY and reconnecting. It's about growing up and lislittle boy's journal to his mom.

Most comic books I have perused usually catch my initial attention with phenomenal art. Example: Michael Turner's "Fathom" Vol 1. I was FLOORED by the artwork. (pencils by Michael Turner and colors by Peter Steigerwald) I drooled over it's pages! I'm from Hawaii... I can see that stuff all the time... but there was just something about the way that that man drew... It was stunning. And... I didn't actually READ the comic until a week or so later. (I've all ready admitted this to JT Krul, the author) The art was almost TOO AWESOME.

Such is the case with "The ZooHunters"... sort of. I am FLOORED by the art. It is a feast for the eyes. And in this case the Artist IS the Author. I could read this WITHOUT the art. The art --- BREATHTAKING and DROOL WORTHY --- lends itself to the story. It is the WRITING that makes me turn the page. It is truly amazing. I was mesmerized. Great balance in storytelling. We learn more about his characters and we watch the father and son connect on deeper levels. Also the characters from Issue #0 collide with our little family at the end of this issue.

I can't wait to fly deeper into The ZooHunter universe.

I can't wait until Steigerwald writes a novel.

Just saying...

Issue #2 came out CHRISTMAS EVE!!! Get your copy at your local comic book store or at http://www.aspenstore.com

To learn more about The ZooHunters and more offerings from Aspen Comics go to http://aspencomics.com/books/

or on Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/TheZooHunters
https://www.facebook.com/peter.steigerwald

Mele Kalikimaka Peter!

Tuesday Reviewsday!!! "The Creation of Life" by God

And God said let there be light!

And there was a blinding pain as I took my last laboring breath to push. 

And there was light. My sons first breath. And there was light. My sons first shout. And there was light. My son is placed on my chest seconds after his birth. I look into the eyes of this amazing being...

... And I see light.

There will be no Review this week folks as I review the importance and beauty of the new light in my life. 

Love, Light. And Aloha,

Pili

PS... Come back next week. I'm gonna try to get my hands on a book by Justina Mattos, a professor at the University of Hawaii at Hilo. 

TUESDAY REVIEWSDAY!!! Aspen Comics "The Zoohunters"

Hello Ladies and Gentlemen!!!

WARNING: SPOILERS!

We have a fine specimen for your perusal today. This beautiful, veracious creature was found in the distant reaches of the worldly brain of Steigerwaldland. The beast is hardly awake in its current state... but from what I have read thus far... I can guarantee this WORLD will swallow you whole.

This world has only received a taste, the debut of Aspen's newest series, "The Zoohunters" art and story by Peter Steigerwald. In addition to a review, I may delve into the topic of WORLD-CREATION. I am an amateur when compared to the likes of Steigerwald but we can all learn from the morsel we will now devour.

The "Prelude" for this new comic can be found in the Aspen Comics "Free Comic Book Day: Worlds of Aspen 2014" for more information on how to receive this comic please go to www.aspenstore.com.

Even as the page turns, we are transported into another realm. The vibrant pinks and purples that surround the lone hunter gives us the immediate feeling of being very far away from anything we know. She lays in the grass under a knarly trunk of a tree topped with a crown of whitish coral-like webbing. Glowing pink eggs grow from the base of this exotic tree. The sight of her weapon is trained on something in the distance. We are in Northern Hah'suFari, Grand Plains: Idulani and we are HUNTING. 

The huntress, Minalara or Min, has her sights on a prize, a large beast that looks like very strange zebra-antalope with tusks. Even though Min is hurt in the process, she uses only her voice and a tranquilizer dart to bring it down. Here we find two character traits of our beautiful main character: she does not like to make mistakes and she is humane. An odd choice of words, I know, considering she might not be human...  

Just in there first six pages, Steigerwald has established the beginnings of a character in a world that is not our own. 

Turn to page seven. We have traveled to the Live Cargo holding at Poslan Cosmoport. Min becomes the only human-looking character on the following pages. Dialogue ensues and we find out that she was hired to find, capture and bring in the Atrurk, the strange zebra-antalope with tusks. We meet the short, many eyed, touchy-feely Qaurec who seems to be the leader/owner of the facility. 

Qaurec wants Min and Min wants nothing to do with him or his methods. Within these last five pages we are given another look into the soft humanity of Min, her expertise in hunting and knowledge of the "animal"-life she traps. In the end she purchases a dog-like, monkey flower lizard with a giraffe tongue in exchange for her help in convincing a yet-unknown character named Abros to work for this little toad-like Qaurec.

She cuddles her new friend. And the Prelude ends.

I want one so bad! Isn't he cute!!!

I will leave you here, wanting and waiting for September to come so that we can see and read where this comic will transport us to next. On the topic of world creation... MAYBE I can get a small interview with the Artist-Author Peter Steigerwald. 

Hmmm... you reading this Mr. Steigerwald??? 

Peter Steigerwald is Co-Owner of Aspen MLT, Inc. He is an internationally celebrated artist and colorist widely know for bringing life and color to the works of Michael Turner as well as other top pencilers in the industry. "The Zoohunters" is Mr. Steigerwald's first creator-owned publication. He is the creator, author and artist on this endeavor. For more information on "The Zoohunters" go to https://www.facebook.com/TheZooHunters or www.aspencomics.com.

TUESDAY REVIEWSDAY!!!! Aspen Comics: "Damsels in Excess"

SPOILER ALERT!!! Well... not too much...

Ladies, ever wonder what the world would be like without the that other GENDER? I'm sure a few of you have much cause to wish for that fairytale land where women rule and men... well... they just don't exist. They've all been killed off. Done. Extinct. 

Would life be easier?

In true Aspen Comics style, "Damsels in Excess", written by Vince Hernandez and Penciled/Colored by Mirka Andolpo, is dripping with magic. Hernandez has taken a dramatic leap into the singularly vibrant lives of five Princesses who each rule a portion of this manless kingdom. The characterization of each Princess is exquisitely rounded. These are Women. They may be dressed up in beautiful gowns but they have been written with faults, wants, needs...  They are no where near perfect, each struggling with her own portion of the kingdom. Aspen Comics has a slew of strong female characters and "Damsels" is no different. Except where there is usually ONE standout female... here there are FIVE. 

But then I found myself wanting. The close of the first issue has left me confused. When these characters finally meet at the end of the first issue one of the princesses must ask the same question that is posed at the beginning of the book:

"Why we should listen to the words of a lost gender is beyond me."

I ask the same question. Why?

Hernandez has truly piqued my interest. This series has a colorful and magical start. I cannot wait to see where this new brand of the magic of Aspen Comics takes us.

To purchase "Damsels in Excess" go HERE!!!

For more on Aspen Comics check them out at http://aspencomics.com

TUESDAY REVIEWSDAY: "A Missive with Love." by Michael Leath

Tuesday Reviewsday:

"A Missive With Love" by Michael Leath.
Published in Firewords Quarterly, Issue One - Spring 2014

This story is like that photograph, frayed and held together by tape that has turned yellow over the years. That photo that you found in your grandparents closet in an album full of faces long forgotten. Or that photo in the rusty, antique frame that sits on your aunts mantel. The picture is of a young couple staring into each others eyes with such love that it makes you smile. It makes your day. It makes you crave that wholesome, beautiful love from the olden days that warms you like a bath on a cold winter night.

At least that is what I wished for. I wished that this story had that beautiful "The Notebook" ending. I wanted so much for the unnamed husband and wife of "A Missive with Love". I want to know how they met and I want to read about their honeymoon in Paris. I want to read all the love letters that she'd received from him in the height of their romance. This "Missive" is the end of a poignant, delicately woven story that speaks to your heart like a love letter, torn to pieces.

Although this short story leaves me aching I cannot think that there was any love lost in this piece. The love that the husband and wife had for each other resonates throughout and flows clearly though to the end. Hearts are broken but Love was freed with a heartbreaking price. 

I want to see that happy photograph of the love that was once so bright and new. I want to see the light in her eyes as she looks at her new husband on the decks of the Eiffel Tower. I want to read about their tender kisses and embraces of yesterday. 

This is a story of wanting and letting go. Mr. Leath has done his job well. He makes me wish that things had ended differently. He leaves me wanting the happy ending that will never come.

Michael Leath is a Vietnam Vet, former screenplay writer and a life long Texan. I had the pleasure of making his acquaintance on Trigger Street Labs, a website for writers and filmmakers. Please check out more of his work at http://www.michaelleath.com. If you would like an entire magazine full of imagination and creativity please go to http://www.firewords.co.uk to snatch up the latest Firewords Quarterly. Mr. Leath also has a novel published for purchase on Amazon. Go HERE to purchase "Queen takes Kings Pawn."

Goals...

Hello my fellow artists, writers, thinkers and dreamers...

I am going to set some goals for myself. Could you help me to keep them? Any small thing would be awesome. A little note here and there... especially if I miss something.

Goal #1: WRITE 500-1000 words daily. That's not much. By the time I am finished with this blog I will have satisfied todays requirement. If I do not fulfill the daily requirement... well let's just say that there have been consequences that have been set up. Consequences that involve tickling. I hate being tickled.

Goal #2: READ. I have been given homework from a great writer friend of mine, Michael Leath. Please check him out at www.michaelleath.com. These are the books he would like me to read and understand for the betterment of my mind and craft:

---THE MARSHAL PLAN FOR NOVEL WRITING by Evan Marshal
---WIRED FOR STORY by Lisa Cron
---WIRED FOR FICTION by Donald Maass

Goal #3: An easy one... keep READING. I've read a about Eight romance novels (it's for research... really!) and about a dozen comics from Aspen Comics just in July. Plus I just received my first Fireword Quarterly Magazine a few days ago and have been pouring over the fantastic short stories there. So... this is the easy Goal.

Goal #4: Take my reading to the next step by REVIEWING. I got this idea from the author John Green. I am sure others do it as well. TUESDAY REVIEWS-DAY. Every Tuesday I will review the works of writers I know... and I know a good handful. I have read such horribly written... not horrible reviews... actual published reviews that lacked any substance. I will start on one tonight to post tomorrow. Not sure what I will review though...

Goal #5: Take steps to bring my novel to the next level. I am not sure what that is but if you have the name of a good line or developmental editor, please leave their name and contact info below. I'm shopping around.

Five Goals.

I can keep Five goals... especially with your help.

Aloha,

Pili

PS... please follow the links for Aspen Comics, Firewords Quarterly and Michael Leath. All hold wondrous worlds of imagination and creativity.

Sewer Rat ... The beginning of some brain smatter side story of my Animal World.

It is really a symphony of sounds and smells. The scream of electrified metal clashing against metal melds with the melodious canned voices that fail to rise above the static of the obsolete sound system. The din of millions of footsteps trying to get somewhere, or away from somewhere churns up the aroma that belongs to this place alone.

Caught up in the sounds and smells that is the music of the New York City Subway, I almost missed her. The sewer Rat scurries by me in a rainbow of ratty florescent green curls and a faded torn I "Heart" NY shirt she probably bought from one of those knock off stores in Chinatown. She grabs the pole and swings back around. The metallic doors close and she peers out the window as the train begins to move. She sways. Her shorts are stained with finger swipes of spray paint over a pair ripped purple tights. The earbuds that keep her ass moving in small undulating waves are studded with green rhinestones.

Her satchel is a mess. Dirty tees and jeans poke out of every available hole. Shit had been stuffed into that hand sewn piece of rag. This girl must have been in a rush to get somewhere. 

Or ... away from someone.

A book slips out of her bag, bounces off her boots and drops on to the black rubber floor below. It flips open in front of me. A detailed pencil sketch of a Lion stares up at me. 

Interesting.

Still not noticing me, she scoops it up in a flash of punk pink painted nails and stuffs it back into her rag of a bag. She gnaws on her pinky nail. Most of the paint looks to have been bitten away. As she works on the rest of the toxic pink paint, she stares out the window of this A train that we have both found ourselves on.

I look back down. She is definitely not a sewer Rat. Her boots give her away. She could have stole them, true, but these babies fit her like they were tailored. These were made from the finest skins I'd ever seen. This ratty mess was no more sewer Rat than I was. I can't imagine why or what would make this lovely girl pretend to be other than she is.

And she is special. A Snake. My special Snake.

The train slows as it approaches 14th Street. She backs up, visibly disturbed. The train stops and her head snaps down and she is absolutely still.

I glance up as the doors open. Two cops stand right outside. One cop looks in and straight at me. With all the shit that's been going down, I'm not surprised they are on high alert.

I arch my brow and smile invitingly. The cop looks deep into my multifaceted eyes and turns beet red. He bows his head in acknowledgement. Unless necessary, Law-enforcement types rarely seek to tangle with my kind. He backs out of the train as the doors close. 

With a lurch we begin our forward momentum once again.

I look up at my target. She has finally noticed me. Does she know who I am? Her now unpainted pinky is back in her mouth and her malachite green eyes are piercing. 

No, she doesn't know who I am. Maybe it is better this way.

Or...

I smile my inviting smile and she looks away, startled and terrified. She looks to the humans on the train. They are all oblivious to her. She backs up against the train car exit doors. She reaches for the handle as if to pull it open to exit to the next car.

I give my head the slightest shake and she obeys immediately. Tears stream down her face.

Good girl. Now she knows who I am. What I am. There is no escape for her.

And now I know who she is. I've been searching for her and after all these fruitless years she happens to stumble onto the same train car.

God I love this city.

...to be continued...