Monday, November 2, 2009

Aki Sisters' Anthology Post-Mortem


For starters, the final product is awe inspiring. A well designed package that really goes above the usual for a doujin manga. And it deserves it, after all it has a rather large number of pages, along with a DVD and the little cellphone charms that finally seal the whole thing as a high quality production.
It certainly is an honor to be a part of this, specially while you hold it and go through it. My biggest regret is that I didn't continue studying japanese, so most of it is incomprehensible to me.

Goals of the project
In the big picture, what Nakazako aimed to do with this project was raise the popularity and visibility of what are possibly the most ignored characters in Touhou. Did he really achieve something?
Yes. Actually a small part of the book is dedicated to graphs and studies on the rise of popularity of the girls, measured by pixiv and niconico mentions. And even on the western side of things you could notice it. By the time Fall hit, it was hard to go to a western touhou community that didn't make a reference to the sisters, while in previous years this honor only went to Letty when Winter neared.
So, mission accomplished on that front. We managed to improve their image a bit, enough to make everyone involved satisfied. Ok, I can't really talk for everybody, but that was the general vibe I noticed.

Reception
We have no idea. Nakazako maintains english communication sporadic, and among the information we are lacking is how well it sold on Comiket. This is conjecture, but I'm guessing that it was just enough to break even. After all, it is a relatively expensive product, for characters that don't have a following, and presented by a circle with no prior reputation as a manga circle. It was a battle uphill. Still, it seems like it sold good enough to not have that distinct bitter taste of having nobody buying at all and to cover the expenses.

From the western side of the fanbase, it has been pretty low key. Which in many aspects it's good as it shows that the parties involved have managed to be more professional than other attempts. And I'm referring specifically to Another Dream here. But more on that later.
Overall, the foreign parts were well received, being declared by most as "surprisingly good".

The western stigma
In general, the fanbase in the west is childish. I refer not just to touhou, but anime in general. The internet is plagued by all manner of fanworks of questionable quality. Of course, there are some good parts, but it's hard to find them.
This particular circle originates from 4chan's /jp/ after all, so the biggest problem was fighting with the fact that we know the worst that the fanbase can offer, along with a sense of "why bother" that pervades us. Indeed we claim to be better than the more childish sections of the fanbase, but in the end we are petrified by a fear of doing anything at all.

Which is what makes me so glad of seeing the final western contributions to the anthology. The art was above average for most, along with the writing. Of course, there's still a lot of space for improvement, but it certainly shows that the western side of the touhou fanbase is capable of producing something beyond the tired fanon memes.

And here's where I focus on Another Dream. It is bad, just plain bad, and it's potentially harmful for a single reason. It breeds complacency, a culture of being happy with what's offered and not improving. It's not all wasted, there are some parts of it that can be salvaged and you can see the attempts to go beyond the recycling of memes. When compared to the anthology, Another Dream is just pitiful. Hopefully, practice and critique will make it better. After all, they're working on it frequently so eventually they should be able to do something better, but only if the self-congratulating is dropped.

Still, it all remains the same. Most western works still have that stench of low quality fanfic, and it will still be hard to be taken seriously.

On development
This section is focused on my personal experience working on the final thing. What we went for was a mixture of ideals, using some of the tools of western comics I had picked up and the years of reading manga. This affected not only the style of the storytelling, but the actual development.
American comics usually are segmented, with a writer doing a descriptive script that is passed to a penciler, which is passed to an inker, which in turn is colored. Overall, it's a long process that needs editors overseeing the whole thing and in the end the product has no clear author. Sure, we usually focus on the writers when discussing, but in the end it all falls to how the artist manages to capture the ideas put down in paper.

Japanese system however is largely creator oriented. The artist is the same writer, so he doesn't struggle with a proxy to get the mental idea to ink on paper. Of course there are assistants to do the legwork, but it's mostly the vision of the creator that ends on paper.

So what our small team of two persons did was work closely on scheduled dates. And the scheduling was really important for the project. Milestones were checked, and it was a time to discuss page layouts, imagery, and the direction of the story. And I'm satisfied with this, Anonymous of California not only took the everchanging script, but made it his own. Of course, many panels were not like I had pictured them on my mind, but they ended up better. The sequential storytelling was tighter, pages not so cramped, and the story was free to flow.

Regrets
Of course I have some regrets, but I learned from them. First of all, it's important to synthesize ideas and have a definite route, specially when the pages available are so limited.

Originally, I had more subplots, basically showing how a lot of the cast interacted with the sisters. The Yaki Imo was to be served on old Bunbunmaru newspapers, Mokou helping with the bonfire, and a two page spread of everyone eating. It was dumb and it cramped the pages.
However, I regret having to cut most of the tree panels. The idea was that every page had as the last panel a view of the tree slowly losing its leaves as the panel size shrank. It was rhythmic, it showed time progression, and it took too much space. I genuinely regret having to cut most of it, but a lot remained, just enough to give the sense of passage of time, but lacking the necessary repetition to hammer it into the reader. And yes, it was an Alan Moore sort of thing.

On silent storytelling
It is hard. To this day I'm not sure I managed to tell the whole thing and make it clear enough for the reader to understand. But it was a fair bet, as my intention was to make it easy for someone with a bare grasp of english to pick up. The opening panel had a text balloon to serve not only as a contrast to the rest of the work, but to guide the reader that it is a left-to-right comic. It didn't work well, as it was only a single balloon and the action drove the eye left-wise, opposite of what was wanted. On its own it doesn't work as wanted, but as part of the anthology it's pretty clear.

It was difficult to fight the need for exposition. For example, the second page has Wriggle sobbing and the sisters looking all sorts of confused. Did I manage to convey the whole feeling of seeing someone sad, but not knowing how to act or comfort staying on the sidelines instead? Or the guilt that it causes them knowing that cicadas die because of the colder months, and what was a motive of celebration before is the source of pain to someone close?
The impotency of trying to help someone grieving while seeing that someone else is capable of showing care by something as simple as a hand on a shoulder. Yeah, I don't think all of that got through. On the other hand, putting balloons would have ruined it even more, making the action redundant. Argh, it kills me. Still have much to learn.

But overall, I think we managed to pull it off, specially on the last sequence, which I admit has a heavier hand by the artist. Instead of being so panel detailed, he went with his vision of the scene. It works better than mine did. Live and learn, something more streamlined is necessary when going with silent storytelling.

On the collision with reality
Interesting enough, around the time I received the anthology, I was experiencing Autumn for the first time. Oddly fitting, and it made me realize of something important: Personal experience trumps everything.

For one, it's colder than I expected, and far more haunting. Biking past the same tree every day and seeing it turn colors only to become a husk of itself is different when you're there. What I wish I could have incorporated was that not-quite-that-cold feeling that Fall nights have. Not like snowy days, but still enough to make you rub your hands and put on a sweater. That realization that the days of wearing t-shirts are gone and the long months of cold are coming. Still, in the end it would have ended as another subplot abandoned, but a little gesture like people huddling closer to the bonfire would have gone a long way to reflect the Fall I see now.

Concluding
Feels good man. It was a decent work that went to be part of a great thing. Lessons on writing were learned, and I catch myself now paying more attention to not only the way dialog is worded on comics, but the page layout, panel use and other little things. I seek to go further and explore that blurry line of comics with japanese traits that is not just big eyes or other marketing gimmicks, use sequential art as a better tool to tell stories.

As for the future of the circle, I don't really know. Maybe go for the Parsee Anthology, or do something longer for release online. Who knows, it really depends on the other half of the group and if things fall right once again.

One thing is for certain, we must remember the lessons of Mr. Cake and seek to do things that are good on their own and not just because it's a western circle.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Autumn Equinnox

Fall has officially started, and it's the first time I get to enjoy it first hand. It's as good a time as any to put the whole 8 pages of our contribution online, enjoy.

I've been wanting to do a post-mortem on the whole project, learn from past mistakes and share my own experience on belonging to the anthology. But I've been holding it off until I get the actual thing on my hands, leaf through it and see how it fares as part of the collaborative effort. So that's something to wait for.

As expected, my writing schedule is pretty much inexistent now, but maybe once I get a hang of this I'll be able to balance studies and writing. Specifically penning a longer manga script, I really liked doing that. If only I could draw...

As for requested stories and other projects (almost two years of AND!) I'm not dropping anything yet. Just don't expect anything soon, because it's been well established I'm lousy with writing deadlines. Too optimistic or too lazy, I don't know. But I should really stop that, it's an awful habit.

Happy Autumn!

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Anchor

If there's something that this blog does is anchor events to a chronology. And for me the past feels like a blur, almost unreal, unless I keep going over it every once in a while.
So, blog post. Ignore it if you want as usual.

Last month was hectic to say the least. After a minor breakdown, result of months of taking it far too easily and advance practically nothing of my paper, I had to work around the clock to manage to finish in time. Thanks to a lot of help and some luck, I managed to defend it and pass with flying colors. Just in time to not waste my Canada chance. Hopefully I will learn from all of this and actually work instead of letting myself be gripped by depression and isolation. Right, that's one thing I've already learned: Eight months in a room -> Bad Idea.
Now I finally have my degree. Doesn't feel like such an achievement when it's just a stepping stone, but I have a Bachelor's now. So, yay.
Got my visa (!) and my tickets, all ready to start a new part of my life far, far away from this country.

Seeing that I no longer have to think of cryptographic algorithms and encryption protocols, I'm trying to start a short little project designed to be finished fast and without years of delays. As for the reason to be working on something new instead of finishing Anonymous' Nice Days is that I'm seriously tired of thinking of it. Notes and drafts pile up and I can't make sense of it all. So I'm cleansing my pallate with this short thing and then try to finish the game.

That's it. Barely go to the boards right now, but I'm still reachable by mail if someone is still interested.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Dreams of an Eternal Fall

It's finished, and I think it looks great. Wish I could have helped more though, in the end it all rested upon California.
Anyway, now for the wait of seeing it in Comiket and scans cropping up for the rest of the world. I hope people enjoy reading it...


Sunday, June 7, 2009

Afternoon scene

The TV drones in an indefinite litany of noise, set in a channel nobody is watching. Instead, I'm looking straight at the roof and its fascinating paint. Drowsiness takes over my body, as the combined efforts of the unwatched television and the inviting warm lap on which my head is resting convince me that a nap is not such a bad idea.
Her hand stroking my hair is not helping either. Blinking turns into a labor, struggling to keep open eyelids of lead.
"You're falling asleep," she says coming into view. This close, low angle is not flattering for her face, as she stares into my sleepy eyes.
"Noooo-" my answer trails off.
She leans back out of my view letting out a sigh. Is she bored? I guess tending to a guy falling asleep on your lap is boring, I can't really tell.
"Are you bored?"
She sighs again, but this time I know the tone. That slight exasperation towards me, a feeling I have grown so familiar with ever since we started dating. I like to think it's a good thing, at least I've learned one of her sighs and she's still ever so patient.
"No. That was a relaxed sigh. I would push you into the floor if I was bored".
She would. I make a note of it in my head.
"Sure you don't want to do something instead?"
"What, a normalfag thing? I'm not in the mood right now, I just want to, you know, sit back and pet you. Like a cat." She smiles at me with that last thing.
"So I'm just a pet for you." I say watching the amused look on her face.
"Yup. A stray I'm nursing back to health."
I laugh with her and realize that I really don't have a problem staying here all day, half asleep on a girl's lap.
"It's cool being a cat then." I mumble closing my eyes for good.

--
As Anonymous' Nice Days picked up in length, I ran into the wall of having a lot of material that didn't fit the original despair filled work. So I've been trying to work in a better slice of life aspect, at least in some routes, if only to serve as a contrast to the inevitable bad ends.
Also, one of my favorite parts from one of the early drafts was that right after a heart warming scene you had to fight off that sense of dread. That it would all end soon enough one way or the other.

Anyway, this could actually work. Not too bad feedback and I think I'm getting the characterization right, hitting a middle ground for the female characters that isn't neither a one dimensional idealized moe blob, nor an exageration of dramatic traits and neurosis.
Also, first thing I've written in a long while. Perhaps now I have enough steam to get going and finish this script once and for all.

As for the doujin, planning is done and it's all in the artists' hands right now. Really hoping for the best there, all I can think of is to not let down anyone. Which is pretty much a running theme for me now that I think about it.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Cup of coffee

Aborted fetus of an idea.
Something involving the evolution of drinking a cup of coffee in that cafe. First time he tries to drink it inside, but the people are making him anxious. It feels as if everyone is watching him. Looking around it's nothing but each table in their own world. Hipsters having pretentious conversations and aspiring writers looking busy in their macbooks. Needs something better than tired stereotypes. In short, everyone in their own little world. No matter how much he tells himself that, the idea that they're waiting to somehow mess up is stinging from the back of his head.
Nervous, he takes a sip. It's scalding hot. Tongue burnt, he curses and drops the cup. Fretting, he tries to grab some napkins and clean up the small table covered in steaming foamy coffee. A girl that looks his age tells him that it's okay, she can clean up. It happens all the time, you're a first timer aren't you, don't worry-
He isn't listening. She drones on and on, taking a few implements from hidden pockets in her apron and cleaning the table as if it was the thousandth time she did it. It's actually the 587th, but who keeps count.
He isn't listening to the reassuring voice of the barista because he's too busy noticing everyone staring at him. Looking straight down into the floor, he leaves the place with fast steps.
"...sorry", he mutters. The bells in the door drown out his thin voice.
As the door closes, he swears he heard a giggle from someone inside. Laughing at him, pointing at him, laughing. Sneaking cellphone pictures to post in Facebook.  He will later realize that he is wrong. The girls were laughing at the story one of them was telling. And the picture was posted in Flickr. Nobody he knows will ever see it, and on 3 years time it will only receive 5 hits.
As he walks fiercely, he replays the incident over and over. Something something I don't know
She laughs on cue. He tells her of how he made a fool of himself in that very table they are sitting now.  How he grabbed a bundle of napkins and turned them all brown with fancy named coffee.
Seeing her giggling now, he takes a sip of lukewarm coffee. He didn't notice, but they spent so much time sitting there talking, that his cup grew cold. It's not so bad.

--
I don't know why, but the whole scene flashed in my mind as if I had lived it. All I had was a glass of cool iced tea and the word 'lukewarm'.
It doesn't work. The narrative is all wrong, specially with the timeskip and omniscient bits thrown in. But I like the idea of coffee growing cold, a tall glass of soda leaving rings of moisture and ice cubes turned into puddles. Little bits of imagery that give the sense of time passing by while you're too busy with something more fascinating.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Art update



More art update.
I'm really liking this method, bouncing off what should go in each page and making a collective creation, instead of just giving a script and waiting for the artist to get it right. Of course, no western comic company would hire someone that worked this way.

Although, I have run into a unexpected problem. I have no idea how to cook Yaki Imo outdoors. All references online point to the pebble cooked type, the sort that is sold on those trucks with the "Yaki Imo~" sing song. All I know is that a bonfire is involved.
Otherwise everything is doing fine. I should really write something soon, before my writer bones go brittle.