Yeah, not so much to say this week. I mean, other than the Salem book is so underway that it isn’t even funny. Not that a book about Puritans can’t be funny… but it’s rather unlikely to be funny. With my dark sense of humor, I find Puritans hanging one another so they can acquire land kind of funny, but that’s the sort of thing that only works in context…
Where was I going with this? No where. Um… But the layout of the text is complete. It’s actually not hard once you know the parameters of the problem. It’s sort of like figuring out the length of a side of a triangle if you know the lengths of the other two sides. You have X amount of text to fit into Y amount of pages and you need Z amount of drawings. Well, once you put X and Y on paper, you can see quite clearly how much Z there is to play with.
And that’s where things are with the Salem book. On to Phase 2, the rough pencil draft. That phase is the most fun. It’s where the real drawing happens. At this point, I know what words need to go on what page, but now it’s time to put them into the mouths of the characters or set the scene. It’s when I get to show something entirely different from what the words say, thus augmenting the story, which is why picture books and graphic novels are cool.
Considering that I draw fast and I have months’ worth of ideas, the pencil draft shouldn’t take too long. Once that gets approval from everyone else on team Salem, it’s on to the long and painful inking process. But there’s no reason to talk about that right now.
On top of the progress on all things witchy, I’ve also managed to dump some serious work into the novel. My three month project has ballooned into a nine month monster. And now, I want it done. The only way to finish it is to finish it. That means a lot of late night writing, when those pesky distractions of life, like other people or other projects are asleep, leaving me alone in that calm world that I love so much. At this point, I’m just hoping to pull it together around 400 pages. I keep dreaming that I can edit it a bit, but really, I’m such a vicious editor when I write, that there’s not a lot of fluff. It’s just that dense a story. Which is weird for me.
Next time, I’m going to stick to my guns and write something slim and wispy.
Or huge… I mean, what do I know? Every book I write or work on goes in an entirely new direction and all my previous experience isn’t worth crap, with the notable exception that I know how to get things done, even if I don’t know what it is I’m making. A ridiculously small hint of confidence goes a long way.