It's been over a month since I posted on here. I would like to tell you that it's been as a result of me diligently working on my GN. But that is only half true.
The place I work at decided that they were not going to support the shift I was working anymore, but they let me keep my job. I get to work 10 hours a day helping other people figure out why their phone don't work. I get to tell them why a million dollar company will not support my decision to put .25 on their account. Customer support is not efficient. I used to be able to put pencil to paper between calls. Now it is all I can do to put drink to mouth between calls.
But, what about before/after work? Truthfully? I still don't think I'm cut out for the job. I come home from work and look at big, blank pages and remember that I have to write the story still. Then I look at the stacks of blank, lined paper.
No one ever read anything I wrote and exclaimed that I should be a writer. Drawings? Sure. All the time. But never anything that I wrote. So what on earth led me to believe this was something I should do? You've all read my stuff here. Did even an ounce of it make you say to yourself, "Hey, I think this guy is on to something. I can't wait to see it!"? Or something similar? Didn't think so.
But for some strange reason, I had myself convinced. I was the guy. I was going to do this. I had a story to tell. It was my story. And I was going to draw it.
The mundane world caught up to me. My reality has shifted and has no longer allowed me to see the same things I had before. The hopes and dreams of the past have lifted.
Revealing, mocking, and teasing.
Seriously, I don't think I've seen enough of your stuff to say one way or the other. Your audience won't come to the firmament of whatever world you're creating without a great deal of content put before them. I think the full body of what you're proposing is only dimly viewed on this blog, and while you've gone to great lengths to provide yourself background, the substance of what happens in the middle and aftermath is still fuzzy.
ReplyDeleteWriting doesn't require creativity or inspiration, those things help, but the key is being disciplines and writing something everyday. Even if it's just a journal entry, blog post, letter to grandma, whatever. Listen to yourself talk on paper, every day. Good or bad, eventually it comes out.
I write tons of bad to produce a few pounds of good every day. It comes with the territory. I think I've suggested that you find a writer in the past, someone to at least storyboard or give you direction. There are tons of us out there, most willing to stretch their legs for a project like this. Happens all the time.