I wrote. So now I sleep.
Archive for the ‘It’s a Secret’ Category
Collab work. I know, it’s been a while, but this is the stuff I love. The secrets in the story.
All stories gotta have secrets.
Did the thumbnail deed for page ten. Will scan tonight and send it along to the esteemed collaborator.
My week is somewhat shot due to the impending seminar (Curtis sensei is in town) and other things. So Firebird‘s synopsis is still on hold until my hands become untied and my body decides to stop feeling so goddamn tired.
I need to rummage up new reading books. I ripped through If Angels Burn. If reading Robin Hobb is like wandering through a dense forest with something drastic lurking at the end, then reading Lynn Viehl is like going ninety on the speedway.
Except the trees are still there.
And they’re not exactly dodging out of the way.
That’s a recommendation, for those who couldn’t tell.
Two more pages of thumbnails with dialog. Finding my stride in this. It’d be nice if I could thumbnail and watch the Daily Show but I suspect that won’t be the case.
I’m still stressing over the first three chapters of, well, everything. I think I’m going to be crazy and start the next book in the middle.
I’m writing the brief synopsis of Poison as if it were a pitch. What a brilliant idea! Somebody kill me.
I wrote a separate pitch for the as-yet-to-be-named comics project, and might I add that while I have no problem coming up with characters and story, NAMING and ENCAPSULATING all that in a concise, catchy way? Not my thing. Not. My. Thing.
I’ve decided to establish themes for all future projects. Themes for Poison will be words and power. Themes for the unnamed project will be “normal” and — shit, I dunno, sexy guys in cowboy gear. I kind of like that theme. Oh, wait, I remember now — personification of myth. That’s a theme. Right?
Anyway, all this is John Scalzi and Dee’s fault. John Scalzi because the bastard does fantastic 10-words-or-less summaries of his books (and I strongly suspect he’s writing the cover flaps, though I could be wrong — whoever’s doing it, they’ve managed to hook me for Old Man’s War and I don’t even LIKE sci-fi). And Dee because she sent me a page on how to write pitches.
Ugh. Guh. Ngh. I’m off.
Done blocking dialog and setting up the first five pages. On to the next five. The next story in the arc is already poking at my head. Grumble.
This weekend whould be remarkably unproductive, but them’s the breaks.
I’m such a damn slacker. One page of dialog. Pshaw.
This weekend is going to be busy, I can feel it. Five more thumbnails and a synopsis, though! That’s what I’m after!
On the drive home last night, the entire plot for the historical fantasy unfolded in my brain like a tea leaf doused with hot water. It was at once wonderful and rather frightening, and is causing me to question what my next project will be.
On one hand, Poison would be quick to write because I know the world and the characters. This project is at least a year’s commitment. I’d have to research. I’d have to be clever. It’s a challenge.
I don’t know what to do. I guess I have some thinking ahead of me.
Two more pages of dialog and blocking. Next time, I’m doing this when I thumbnail.
Sound effects are fun.
I prefer comics dialogue that’s short and sweet. Putting my keyboard where my mouth is is proving to be a challenge. I feel like I’m writing pulp poetry.
Assassin’s Quest is good, but dear god, does it ever end? It’s not that I don’t enjoy it…it just…it just…keeps going.
My thumbnails are not hysterically bad! Dammit!
I have to finalize a script now. This is all so weird.
Testing tonight. Not my test, the test of others, but I get to dress up in a hakama, so really it’s a win-win situation.
Still in a relative lull time. Working on websites. Enjoying the time off. Pondering battlefields, necromantic juveniles, and soldiers with spikes in their hearts.