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[X] Plant a Tree
[ ] Have a son
[X] Write a book
Two down, one to go.
I hope my words will make justice to the killer images Jean is rendering for this story.
See you guys in Rosemary Diaries II - The Saga Continues (after all this is at least a 3 part series!!!)!
Dimidium facti qui coepit habet,
M.M.Izidoro
PS: Geez, this feels so.. BUT OH, SO GOOD!
Hello girls and boys,
This was one crazy year and this is gonna be a week to look back at it. I hope that with that I can have a glimpse of what lies ahead into the future.
To get things rolling, here’s something I learned with my good friend Joe Iconis, which was someone I met this year and his music was basically my life’s soundtrack for this past 12 months.
Now without much ado, here’s his Guide To Success:
When I started following some of this points, my life actually improved. So I really urge you to pay attention to this list and try to follow some of this points yourself.
Tomorrow, I’ll show you how you actually hold sorrow, hope and a dream in your hands…
M.M.Izidoro
It’s finally here.
The first ever complete Izidoro/Roux collaboration, now free for all.
Go on read it. I’ll be quiet until you do.
I really hope you, dear reader, is now ready to fall in love again (if you isn’t, already).
If you liked this and want to have it a printed version, wait a couple of weeks and we’ll have a surprise for you!
Stay tuned for the next Illustrated Tales!
All is fair, in love and war,
M.M.Izidoro
Ps: Para os leitores que falam português, na história tem uma referencia a uma banda pop/rock brasileira. Quem falar antes quem é a banda e qual é a música, ganhara uma prenda!
Pps: There’s people who want to download this, but don’t want to log in into Scribd. For them, here’s a direct download link for the PDF of the comic.
My first comic book is done.
Now I’m doing a limited printed run and in a couple of weeks I’m going to be releasing it for free here for all of you.
Here’s the last sneak peak on it. It’s actually just the cover, but it tells how classy the whole thing is:
This is officially the first Tale of a new secret series I’ve been working on. Which I’ll be announcing quite soon.
Also there’s been a crazy twist of fate and there’s gonna be a new comic book series around. This news I’ll let it simmer for a while and once it’s boiling I’ll reveal all the details.
Now it’s back to the adventures of Cravo and Rosa. Book One is coming to a close (at least until I found an editor and s/he decides to change everything!).
Si vis amari, ama,
M.M.Izidoro
PS: I’m proud, cause I think I just wrote the most informative post of this whole diary series! High Five!
Once more, my own words fail me. There’s no combination or order that I put them that actually make sense in portraying and communicating what I need.
So as some smart lad once said, we need to “stand in the shoulders of the giants”. So I’ve called my good spiritual master Jonathan Larson, who in this dialog from RENT (which you can read my love letter to it here) say exactly what I needed to hear from someone.
Mark:
How could you let her go?
Roger:
You just don’t know…how could we lose Angel?
Mark:
Maybe you’ll see why when you stop escaping your pain at least now if you try Angel’s death won’t be in vain
Roger:
His death is in vain
Mark:
Are you insane? There’s so much to care about there’s me there’s Mimi
Roger:
Mimi’s got her baggage too
Mark:
So do you
Roger:
Who are you to tell me what I know. What to do
Mark:
A friend
Roger:
But who, Mark, are you? “Mark has got his work” they say “Mark lives for his work” and “Mark’s in love with his work” Mark
hides in his work
Mark:
From what?
Roger:
From facing your failure, facing your loneliness facing the fact you live a lie. Yes, you live a lie tell you why
you’re always preaching not to be numb when that’s how you thrive you pretend to create and observe when you really detach
from feeling alive
Mark:
Perhaps it’s because I’m the one of us to survive
Roger:
Poor baby
Mark:
Mimi still loves RogerIs Roger really jealous or afraid that Mimi’s weak
Roger:
Mimi did look paleRoger:
Mark:
Mimi’s gotten thin
Mimi’s running out of time
Roger’s running out the door—
No more! Oh no! I’ve gotta go.
Mark:
Hey! For someone who’s always been let down who’s heading out of town?
Roger:
For someone who longs for a community of his own, who’s with his camera, alone?
I’ll call. I hate the fall.
But nobody ever told me this!
And I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the guy is called Mark and he’s a filmmaker.
My “Divine Shapes Theory ®” is only reinforcing itself!
Amor ordinem nescit,
M.M.Izidoro
Today the only way I can communicate anything is through my good idol Fernando Pessoa poetry.
Not really him. But one of the many versions of him. This time is Alvaro de Campos:
Adiamento
Depois de amanhã, sim, só depois de amanhã…
Levarei amanhã a pensar em depois de amanhã,
E assim será possível; mas hoje não…
Não, hoje nada; hoje não posso.
A persistência confusa da minha subjetividade objetiva,
O sono da minha vida real, intercalado,
O cansaço antecipado e infinito,
Um cansaço de mundos para apanhar um elétrico…
Esta espécie de alma…
Só depois de amanhã…
Hoje quero preparar-me,
Quero preparar-rne para pensar amanhã no dia seguinte…
Ele é que é decisivo.
Tenho já o plano traçado; mas não, hoje não traço planos…
Amanhã é o dia dos planos.
Amanhã sentar-me-ei à secretária para conquistar o mundo;
Mas só conquistarei o mundo depois de amanhã…
Tenho vontade de chorar,
Tenho vontade de chorar muito de repente, de dentro…
Não, não queiram saber mais nada, é segredo, não digo.
Só depois de amanhã…
Quando era criança o circo de domingo divertia-rne toda a semana.
Hoje só me diverte o circo de domingo de toda a semana da minha infância…
Depois de amanhã serei outro,
A minha vida triunfar-se-á,
Todas as minhas qualidades reais de inteligente, lido e prático
Serão convocadas por um edital…
Mas por um edital de amanhã…
Hoje quero dormir, redigirei amanhã…
Por hoje, qual é o espetáculo que me repetiria a infância?
Mesmo para eu comprar os bilhetes amanhã,
Que depois de amanhã é que está bem o espetáculo…
Antes, não…
Depois de amanhã terei a pose pública que amanhã estudarei. Depois de amanhã serei finalmente o que hoje não posso nunca ser.
Só depois de amanhã…
Tenho sono como o frio de um cão vadio.
Tenho muito sono.
Amanhã te direi as palavras, ou depois de amanhã…
Sim, talvez só depois de amanhã…
O porvir…
Sim, o porvir…
Álvaro de Campos
Vir sapit qui pauca loquitur,
M.M.Izidoro
Ps: Thanx to my good friend Guilherme Pinheiro, that reminded me that this poem existed!
I’m days away from finishing the first tome of the first volume of the Rosemary adventures. First tome, you might be asking?
Yes. As of now, I’m officially dividing the first book into three. This was a decision made after a ridiculous good meeting I had a couple of weeks ago. It was one of those dream scenarios, where the stars align, the sun shines, there’s no traffic in the streets and all is good in the world. I met a person there that was so helpful and so open to share her knowledge on the publishing industry that I almost hugged her in the middle of the meeting. After the sweet email she sent me and with all those signs pointing to it, I couldn’t help it but do it.
So for the past few days I’ve been reworking the structure of the book, so what was going to originally be an “part” inside of one book, is now a book on it’s own. This wasn’t so hard to do as I had already divided the book pretty well, but it was some work having to add some stuff here, moving some stuff there.
Also I’m getting my first comic book drawn by the always fantastic Jean Roux (who, not to sound gay or anything, I have a huge man-crush right now! You rock, man!). So between this two works I’ve been pretty busy, visiting all my far away lands at the same time, and some real fantastical lands as well.
And when I was starting to get tired, I came across this:
The face of this kid after he saw his favorite hero, in person, saying his favorite quote from the funnybooks is priceless.
This single handed gave me focus and enough will power to continue writing even in the darkest hours of this past few weeks. Even if I had to put my characters in situations, I didn’t wish to my worst enemy.
If I get 1/100th of the reaction of this kid, from a reader of the Rosemary Kingdom, this means I’ve done my job right. And this is what I’m saving and aiming all my energies at.
Yes, little Green Lantern fan! You rock! Thanks, little fella!
In the end we might say this whole little revolution was all because of a mouse…
Spectatvm venivnt, venivnt spectentvr vt ipsae,
M.M. Izidoro
This is perfect visual representation of how I’m feeling for the past couple of months.
Now, the storm is finally clearing and I’m finally able to see the shore. Hope the tide will help me get there without much trouble.
Mvtatis mvtandis,
m.
Love.
I’ve been thinking a lot about love on the last couple of weeks. What is it? Would you buy it if you could? Would you denied it? Would you embrace it? Can you learn to love? Can you learn not to?
For the last few weeks I’ve been thinking a lot about love. Not only because of my personal life, which is overflowing with it, but because of the book. You see I wrote four straight chapters on it. Basically, that means that all of my output for the last two months has been about love.
I didn’t mean for this chapters to come to life like this. But it happened. And it was good. Structurally it was there all along, but I never thought they would line up like this. It was emotional and tiresome. On this chapters I narrate three (maybe four) different types of love. I won’t get into too much detail in here, or you won’t read the book, but I was really surprise with the outcome. It’s sincere as it can be. If you want a tip it’s all about the love you dream of, the love you need and the love want. i don’t know if kids will get all of this when they read it. But, man, I’ve tried!
As Queen would sing:
“‘Cause love’s such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And loves dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last chance
This is ourselves”
And after all this, I still killed a King…
Stupor mundi.
m.
I was built to be alone. It was always like that, and as it looks like, it will always be. But I hate to see people on the same situation as me. I really believe we are meant to be a group, one thing. But I’m always moving around. Conquering new lands and scaring new people with my crazy antics and spontaneous behavior.
Will I change? I want to.
Will that happen? Probably not.
So to start writing Cravo’s adventure has been quite hard for me. I know what lies ahead for him. He has a journey of around a year to go before going back to his loved one. ONE YEAR. He’s gonna be brutally bullied and attacked. Mentally and physically, he’ll be a train wreck when he gets to where he’s supposed to. It’ll be even worse when he realizes why he did all those things in the first place. As more as I want that things be black and white, the grays are always there to hunt me, and in this case my son. Cravo.
Cravo, isn’t me. He wasn’t built to roam around alone. He was built to care for those around him. Even if those are just a couple of people, he’ll do it. And he won’t leave them until he’s sure they can handle. That’s the way he’s been taking care of his father and his best friend Hugo. So when Rosa shows up and ask that he gives up all of that to go on a journey for her, imagine what went into this young man’s head. He’ll do it. But first he has to change his nature. Change who he is.
That’s hard. To see oneself in your creature. To see it being just like you and going into the same changes you have to go. I haven’t been able to do it yet. As my good friend Joe Iconis would say A structure is perfection. I’ve really planned and structure this book. Because of this I’ve been able to attack all the non-adventure parts first. I don’t wanna to be alone. I don’t wanna to hurt him. I don’t wanna to hurt me. But it’s inevitable. This is my calling and I must do it. The book that is to come it’s gonna be way worse, so I better get ready now.
On the good side, I’ve been writing in a rhythm that I had lost way back in january. I need to finish this, otherwise I’ll feel more and more guilty.
Maybe the end of this new cycle in my life will bring me just that. We are 30 days of finding out…
Ante bellum,
m.
