Leewater is now The Boy Hero

Call it a mid-life crisis. In May, when I turn forty and people ask “what have you accomplished?” I wanted to have an answer. So I changed the name of my blog from “Leewater” to “The Boy Hero.”

Rim shot. But seriously, folks.

The Boy Hero isn’t me. I haven’t suddenly sprouted super powers or aged thirty years  in reverse. I haven’t lost my mind or started wearing tights (probably redundant). I’m not a boy hero, but I was one once. Long story — maybe someday I’ll write about it.

When I started this blog I also started a company called Leewater Films. Leewater was meaningful to me, and it was distinctive. Films reflected the fact that at the time I was focused mainly on screenwriting projects.

Lately both words have started to chafe a little, like garments outgrown.

So I changed the name to Boy Hero Productions. It reflects a recurring theme in my writing and makes me smile a little every time I see it (I think that’s the important part). It’s also an homage to the main character of my first screenplay, a young superhero who you maybe-might meet someday, in some form.

And really, many of my protagonists, even those without super powers. Especially those without super powers. Girl heroes too, of course — and even heroes that aren’t so boyish for other reasons (like, they’re pushing forty so hard that forty’s getting mad).

The new name better reflects my evolving writing philosophy, involving role models, strong three-dimensional characters and platitudes lifted from a variety of places (anyone can be the Batman!). But philosophies are better done than said.

So, the blog now goes by “The Boy Hero.”

If you’ve been reading my posts, thank you. I’ve been as sporadic about posting as I am keeping up with the blogs I follow, but it’s a really rewarding experience. I think we have a good thing going here, so I’m recommitting myself to it, and just wanted to explain the change.

So long for now. Gotta fly.



PS. My old URL, leewaterfilms.wordpress.com, now maps to the new one, blog.boyheroproductions.com. I think both will continue to work.


The Three Last Poems of Winter


How easy it is to miss a life

Counting and counting my own small pile of days

Like a child hoards pieces of candy

Reluctant to consume one

And have less.



We are, like the winds, born

In the tiniest disturbance of matter

And when we end where do we go?

We go where the winds end

When they die.



Darkest isn’t black but shades of periwinkle and twilight

When lights that could be on are off and almost but not all is quiet

Dark is an unplugged Christmas tree, or a part-burnt candle unlit

Or when the power’s out and you throw a light switch

Eyes dead: that’s as dark as anything can get.


©2013 Jason Anderson