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#writephant

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Self-promo time! What links, writing, art, or media do you want to share with the #Writephant crowd? #Writephant #writing

No comics, sorry, but I posted this short tootfic. Today, I mentioned a day angel in one of my replies, so you might find this story fun. In current colloquial-speak, it provides the feels aplenty. I am rather proud of it.

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Eldritch CaféRS, Author, Novelist, Prosaist (@sfwrtr@eldritch.cafe)> #PennedPossibilities 324 — SC POV: If you could relive one day of your life without changing anything that happened, which day would you choose? Tootfic: **Reframing the Experience** [*When my SC says armor, it's really a weightless magical exoskeleton that melds with her body. It looks like blackened bones, because it is. —R.S.*] Oh, there's plenty of days I'd relive unchanged. Like the day I fledged, when I first flew on my own. Or the day learned the thrill of hauling things through the sky. Both good events in a rather dull and awful childhood that turned to cinders when my parents disapproved of the way I wanted to live my life. Said I aimed for the dirt not the sky. Maybe they weren't so dumb—I ended up badly, flying messages for a crime boss over a dozen years. But, then, there was that day last week... I've told you a few times how I ended up with the armor and a new job training as a pretorian, you know, having faced down the greatest thaumaturge who ever lived, having nearly killed her. Impressed her. I thought. Well, my drill instructor was training me that dawn. I wore the armor. The thaumaturge dove at me, full speed. She's a monster flier, taller, more massive, immortal. I jumped into the sky. Fled. She followed. Though the armor let me fly like a sparrow, change direction in a heartbeat, and take a thumping only slightly changing my course, it had been *her* armor once. She kept appearing before me, striking at my face or heart, sending me into spins toward the ground, stalling me out, almost panicking me into flying into trees or buildings. For all her mass and the inertia that implies, I barely avoided her, half the time with her cackling at my barrel rolls or dives that sent down feathers flying. She had muscle; I tired despite the armor until I thought my heart would burst from my chest, at which point a flyby pitched me into the ground. I skid across the running track on my belly right up to my instructor. I don't know how I didn't break a wing or my neck. Ok, I do: The Armor. She landed beside me with a loud thump. She wasn't even winded! She told him, "She lacks stamina. Train her harder." She leaned down until her face was in my face. I smelled maple syrup on her breath. She said, "You need to use the magic in the armor. There's a class at first bell in the Ivory building, room B7. Shower and be there ON TIME." I have wings. I don't do magic. I showered though, once my legs stopped shaking. I slunk into the class still half-frightened out of my wits. My new friend was there, the curse breaker, a former prizefighter, the one I'd fought beside against *Her,* that ended up with me getting the armor. It was some sort of advanced special Ed class for mages. I suddenly felt totally inadequate and I cried. Me. At the age of 27, I cried telling her my story, pointing to my purpling bruises, complaining that had *She* gotten in a good strike *She* would have caved in my rib cage. My friend was having none of it. She said, "You're a day angel who just went ten minutes fighting *Her.* Somehow, you're still alive." I hadn't thought about it that way. I later learned the word, "Reframing." The instructor came in with a truckload of tomes and grimoires. *She* had prepared him for me. He gave me a magic primer. I knew it was a primer because it had PICTURES of youngsters playing. Despite the stares of the other students, I read the book. Half hour later, I got the armor to glow dull red, like iron out of a forge. Truly. Awesome. Didn't know what it did except look intimidating, but still... Awesome. I felt my heart grow large in my chest, and it struck me. Someone (okay, the ruler of the nation) wanted me for who I was and who I could become, and because I was capable. *She* wanted me to aim for the sky. My new friend supported me and pushed me forward. I *liked* this, who I was, what I was finding I could be, could become. And. Oddly. I realized, for what it was worth, my parents would approve. (And flap them if they didn't!) Best. Day. *Ever.* [Author retains copyright (c)2024 R.S.] #BoostingIsSharing and #CommentingIsCool #fiction #fantasy #sf #sff #sciencefiction #writing #writer #writers #author #writingcommunity #writersOfMastodon #RSdiscussion #RSstory #RSReluctanceStory #microfiction #flashfiction #tootfic #smallstory
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A4. If you were to draw a comic with infinite budget, any artist or tools you'd like, NO GENERATIVE AI (like, seriously, can we not), and a wide audience, what would you do? #writephant #comics

This is an iffy thing for me. I'd much rather know a comics artist who became interested in one of my works. Since some of my characters are evolved humans (day angels and night angels), or aliens (sentient plants), or racy (living in a world so hot that clothing is dangerous), there would be plenty of opportunity for story to be enhanced by a comics rendition. Seriously, if I had infinite time (and at my age I certainly don't—I feel like a ticking time bomb), I have seen a number of comics drawing tools. I'd try that. I don't think I have the required artistic sense, though I am really good at photography. I'd been better off doing something like Foxes in Love or XCD, short panel, terse, philosophical, profound, and weird. Enough of that… Blue sky.

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A3. Despite being a huge industry, comic artists don't have a union in the United States. There are talks in Japan of forming one for manga artists so they receive fair compensation for the works they provide and health insurance for strain-related injuries. How would you form a union for your creative industry of choice if one doesn't exist already?
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I stand on the shoulders of giants. I am a member of SFWA. Being a shy person, I'm glad I have that support.

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A2. What characters come to mind when you hear about comics? #Writephant

This one of the cases it would help were I home (I am a passenger in a car), because there are some series that I followed that were truly weird and phantastic, very imaginative. I think I learned a lot about telling a short story from reading Stan Saki's Usagi Yojimbo. A huge compendium of work, always unique and interesting, rarely repeating, with great character arcs.

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First I think would be choosing trusted individuals who know how to handle the paperwork and aren't racist, sexist, and transphobic. Then it's opening up such a union and figuring out how to make it effective so that industries can't ignore us and choose the newbies or scabs. #writephant

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A1. Cartooning refers to making comics, art with text that conveys a story. Do you like reading comics? Or do you like writing and drawing them? #Writephant
@Priyajsridhar
I read comic with stories more akin to manga. Usagi Yojimbo, Omaha the Cat Dancer are old favorites. I don't get superhero comics, all the movies are fun. I can't draw worth a damn, so I'm not a comics artist.

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Despite being a huge industry, comic artists don't have a union in the United States. There are talks in Japan of forming one for manga artists so they receive fair compensation for the works they provide and health insurance for strain-related injuries. How would you form a union for your creative industry of choice if one doesn't exist already?
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I think Superman is the iconic one, and the one that is most misunderstood. His creators were Jewish and paid homage to stories like Moses, of prosecuted children that survive and save their people. Note that Superman also came out in the 1930s, when Anti-Semitism led to 6 million Jewish people dying in Europe. So every parody that has an "evil" Superman like Homelander or Omni-Man seem to miss that particular point. #Writephant

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2. Some comic characters and stories have become a part of the national or international dialogue. Superman once started as a roof-jumping activist that spoke out against corruption and endangerment of pedestrians, while Charlie Brown went from a well-meaning prankster to a melancholic everyman. What characters come to mind when you hear about comics? #Writephant

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