Thursday, August 2nd, 2018
The words don’t want to come tonight. It’s work. It’s been a couple hours of work so far. Work I love, work that is making me indescribably happy, but work nonetheless. I have ideas, so many ideas – for this project, for other projects, for creative projects and ordinary little domestic projects – but I am doing the blank paper stare. There have been small idea blooms, though, like little fireworks I have tried to capture in notes, lists and word maps. Today’s notebook spread is multicoloured, scattered and wonderful in its way. This is what it is to create. You sit down to the work.
While I may not have come away from the desk this evening with pages and pages of Where She Walks gold, I did uncover a little something when I started to play with Ws. It has no title, and I don’t really know what it is, but in a way, it fits here, so I thought I would share it with you.
Try reading it out loud. Give each word its moment, don’t rush. Breathe. It’s kinda neat. Have fun.
Wild, wonderful world.
Wacky, wild, wonderful world.
War-torn, wacky, wild wonderful world.
Weighty web … wondrous well-spring
Monday, July 16th, 2018
Early working concept art for new the new WSW issue, I’m working on pencilling everything
before I swing to inks this time around, and trying to finish in chunks so that I can post as such.
Ultimately want the cover to be a wrap around cover, which seems ambitious but I believe it to
be manageable– kicking around three ideas, working steadily to eliminate two. Will continue
to post process and art as I go, I would expect to see pages in the next two weeks, at which
point we will carry on rather quickly.
Friday, July 13th, 2018
I am quite literally surrounded by books and stories a lot of the time. At work, and at home, I do a lot of reading and lately, I find myself thinking about stories a lot. What makes us want to tell stories? Why do we like, or even love some stories, and not others? What is it about this author’s writing that brings the magic for you, where this other author just seems to fall flat?
As a reader, what makes a story keep you awake when you know you should be a responsible adult and go to sleep? Or try, anyway. Is the a fast-paced plot? Are fantastical elements a must-have, or do you prefer your fiction firmly based in reality? Murder mystery? Science Fiction?
What is it that first attracts you to a story? Is it the cover? The author? The blurb on the book jacket? What keeps you reading? What will make you decide to not finish the book?
I get far too tangled up in my own head sometimes, so I try not to follow these will-o’-the-wisps too far down the winding path, because too much thinking, in my world, very likely means I’m not writing. Mind work is definitely a big part of my process, but it’s more dreaming, or imagining, than thinking. There are periods of quite intense daydreaming and playing with ideas, and they can last quite a long time, then all of a sudden, as Nate puts it, there’s this mad burst of productivity. I think we have a similar process that way. Genetics maybe? Or maybe that’s how it has to be when life is as busy as ours are – you do the work some people do on paper, in your head and then steal some time to craft it into something tangible. In my case, a script I can hand over to Nate. I’ve never really been one for extensive outlining and drafting, though I am challenging myself to try.
When I start thinking instead of dreaming and imagining, then I know I need to unlock some creative time for myself, because when that happens and I stop and become aware, I’m almost always letting the stuff of life and creative nerves, get in my way. Not that stories and what makes them wonderful aren’t perfectly lovely things to ponder, but sometimes sitting down and just writing is exactly what I need. And really, the stories will never be something that keeps someone awake and reading all night if they’re never written.
Chapter Four is very much on my mind these days. There’s someone new I can’t wait for you to meet. The process is in progress. More soon.
Thursday, July 5th, 2018
…or a dusty old attic room…
…or a treasure chest that hasn’t been opened in a very long time.
Yeah, I like that one. Treasure. Because we do treasure this project, and we treasure all of you who have popped in to see what’s up, only to be met with no new updates, silence, left wondering.
First of all, thank you for coming to visit. There’s really no time to dwell on the things that have kept us from spending time in this online space, because those things are varied and it’s been long enough that maybe that’s a whole other project for us to take on some time. Not in this post anyway. How things can get in the way of art if, and when, you let them… I imagine every artist could do their own unique version of that story for a true kaleidoscope of lessons learned, stress managed (or not, in some cases) and of a love that always brings you back to the treasure chest.
We have made some decisions about how we want this project to unfold from here on in, and the website is where you’ll want to be to see it. I’ll write more about this is some more detail another time, but we have decided to stop working to Expo/Con deadlines, and we’ve decided to stop printing single issues. For the time being, that is what feels right to us – it allows more control of our own timelines, which will let us focus on quality and experimentation, which is important to both of us as creators. It frees me up as a writer to really let the story expand the way I want it to, without feeling constrained by page limits and prices per issue to produce. I do like to challenge my storytelling skills and for other projects, sure, I’m happy to create within parameters, but this story is different. I want this story to have room to breathe and grow, I want to give myself the opportunity to play and learn as I write, to really stretch my skills and hone new ones, and I want to give Nate the opportunity to take his visuals and design to new levels too.
That said, Chapter 3 is literally on the drawing board, and I have presented Nate with 31 pages of story. He may come back to me with suggestions that will change that length, and that’s brilliant, we’ll keep you up to date on the progress, our processes, and watch for new pages very soon.
For now, I’ll leave you with a small hint at things to come. Chapter 3 is called “Of Whispers and Dreams.”
Hi. We missed you.
Thursday, November 9th, 2017
Monday, April 27th, 2015
Copyright © 2018 Where She Walks All Rights Reserved. Development by beardednerd