This is a repost from my patreon page! Enjoy.
I had been working all week with little success, but today I woke up with the sun, brewed a pot of coffee and locked myself in my office to finish writing chapter six. I don’t want to speak too much about what’s happening in the story itself – there’s still a round of editing to be done – but I think this one’s going to be extra long.
My process has changed a bit, and here’s what happened:
I started the way I always do, brainstorming the plot points for each page – toward the end of the chapter, the plot points began to get vague and unfocused. So I started sketching scenes out, or just panels that popped into my head. That really got the actual writing going.
My wooden pen (from my honeymoon in Montreal) in hand, I grabbed my notebook and dove in. A lot of stuff came, and I drew some of it, went back to writing. This back-and-forth worked well for a couple days and then I got stumped. I’ve been balancing a really weird schedule lately and I think that helped to throw me off. Today’s marathon, almost Kerouacian, session helped to flesh out the story.
Sitting at the desk with a pen and a blank page has always been a little daunting for me. If it’s a pencil, I just go to town and doodle. But when it’s a pen- when it’s words – for some reason, there’s this small hill of anxiety I need to climb over. Indeed – on my old comic I had a partner responsible for the writing. It’s no easy task, pulling nonsense out of your head and giving it a home in our world.
Once I’m over Anxious Hills, though, the writing flows like a babbling stream. Today’s session felt very good. Once I started writing the characters did a lot of the heavy lifting. I didn’t have to think of what they’d say, they just said it, or did it, or showed it. It was like I was some weird medium in a fantastical seance. That’s not weird, don’t worry about it.
I’ve attached a couple sketches here so you can see what’s coming up/been popping into my head. I’ll include a couple more tomorrow for patrons only!