Archives for January 2010

A Thought on the Twilight GN

You’ll probably be surprised to see this here, since it is generally more related to the things I post at Manga Bookshelf. The truth is, though, it’s a bit too ranty for a post there nowadays, and it’s waaaay too long for a tweet. :) So here we go.

I keep hearing people say that Twilight fans are only Twilight fans, and that there is no basis for the hope that Yen Press’ upcoming graphic novel adaptation might bring a new demographic of readers to comics. And all I can think is, wow, I guess none of these people were ever… girls.

Sure, there may be readers who only read Twilight and aren’t into books in general. But there are a whole lot who are. Teen girls read. Teen girls read a lot.

When I was a teen, I was a huge fan of S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders, and just at the right time, Francis Ford Coppola made his movie adaptation. I was totally into it. I bought every magazine and newspaper that featured a story about the movie. I had posters (lots of posters) of the actors on my bedroom wall. If the internet had been available at the time, I would have been all over that too. If I could have gotten into the same room with S.E. Hinton or C. Thomas Howell just by sitting in line for a few days at a convention in San Diego, I would have begged to be allowed to go.

You know what else I was doing at that time? Reading everything in sight. No, seriously. Everything. I ran through my junior high’s library like it was about to disappear into the core of the earth. My mother had to make a rule that I could only take out of the public library as many books as I could carry on my own. And it wasn’t just me. All my friends were reading (and reading and reading). That’s what we did. That’s what a lot of teen girls do. Just because I was crazy excited about The Outsiders, that didn’t mean I stopped reading other books. If anything, it gave me a whole new world to explore as I picked up Hinton’s other novels, realizing suddenly that, hell, I really liked stories about troubled pretty boys in gangs. And though I’d like to make grand claims about my improved taste as an adult, well… Banana Fish anyone? Wild Adapter? Let Dai?

However many “just Twilight” fans there might be out there, I feel certain there must be just as many who are simply Teen Girls Who Read. Are they still rabid over Twilight? Hell, yeah. But that doesn’t make all the rest suddenly disappear. So when they run out to pick up the Twilight graphic novel and figure out that they like it, why is it so unlikely they might look for more of the same, especially when there are shelves and shelves of comics (and yes, I’m looking at you, manga and manhwa) aimed precisely at them? I’m pretty sure if anyone had handed me a volume of Banana Fish when I was fourteen, I would have eaten it up with a spoon.

I don’t love Twilight. I do love comics. And my hope is very much alive.

A Life Without Alarm Clocks

My mother posted this quote on Facebook today: “There is a thought in your mind right now. The longer you hold on to it, the more you dwell upon it, the more life you give to that thought. Give it enough life, and it will become real. So make sure the thought is indeed a great one.” The quote is apparently credited to “daily motivator” Ralph Marston, which sounds cheesy, but I’ll admit it’s motivated me. With this quote in mind, I’ll share the overwhelming thought I had this morning as I trudged out of bed in the dark to get ready for work.

When I think about what I want most in life, something that comes to mind always is a life without alarm clocks. What I mean by that really, of course, is a life without the need to be at a specific place at a specific time every day.

Don’t get me wrong. This isn’t about a desire to not work. I love to work and would be utterly lost without it. I even manage to turn all my hobbies into work, one way or another. It’s not about the desire to sleep later in the mornings. I’m somewhat of a morning person and will get up on my own sometime between 6:00 and 8:00 AM (skewing earlier in the summer, later in the winter—I hate to get up in the dark), alarm or no alarm. Rather, it’s the burden of the time clock (real or metaphorical) that makes getting up on workdays so unpleasant—the knowledge that one must adhere to a specific routine, day after day, year after year.

I suppose, to put this into practical terms, what I wish for is to work from home and/or perhaps with flexible hours. Again, it’s not as though I wish to work less. I’m constantly seeking more work outside of my regular day job. Nor do I wish to be free of time constraints. I thrive on deadlines and am worse than useless without them. What I desire is freedom within a framework of deadlines—freedom to manage my time as I see fit in the moment—freedom to be in control of my own process, which is, after all, the aspect of work I most treasure. What else? I suppose, freedom to wear pajamas whenever I like (which, frankly, would be most of the time) and to take walks with my dog while the sun still shines. I have ideas about how I might one day live this dream, though they seem quite far-fetched at the moment. For now, I cling to these as distant hopes.

I realize, of course, that my complaints fall very much into the realm of First World Problems and my wishes hardly qualify as “great” by most standards. Still, I think dreaming is important and today seems to be the day for it.

Happy New Year, friends. I hope you’ll ponder on your dreams today as well.