The first novel is available for pre-order!
It’s late (or early, depending on how you look at it) and so I’ll keep it brief.
The first part of my morning was spent printing out books. Which were the perfect calling card….the way ashcans are supposed to be! I feel so awesome and retro about that.
It was one of those magical nights where you just fall into conversations with just the right people at just the right time. The only reason it stopped was because the hotel would lose it’s liquor license if we continued to drink, and they had to get the room ready for tomorrow.
After talking with everyone I realised that I felt bad that I didn’t pitch Grotto of Poppies more, cue the half-asleep log line: A current day world where secret societies rule the world and constantly battle for power. The Black Lodge vs the White Lodge….yeah I’m too tired to describe it….it’s awesome and I can’t wait to work on it after I’m done my other two comic projects…to be discussed on a different blog.
So I like the idea of posting every night after the conference, in practise however, I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep it up on the rest of the days of the conference.
This was my first conference which has some similarities to a convention but it’s much more intimate.
The biggest thing that I’ll say is that there is a lot of information there. The only problem? The panels simply weren’t long enough! I’d just get into the panel and they’d be closing down and getting ready for the next panel. But I’ve got crazy recordings and so much information to compile.
I am loving the overlap between media and how each of the different mediums influence each other and inform each other. There were a lot of good conversations going on, with topics that translate directly.
I am going to bid everyone a good night now as I have to get up early to print mini-comics off for tomorrow. (Some things never change)
I’ve just begun to organize all of the writing. And by that, I mean that I’ve put all of the related material that I am currently working on into one folder, begun an “unsorted folder” and have a couple of other folders which are already dedicated to specific stories.
My plans are as follows, towards the end of editing with the publisher, I’m going to find out if there were any near misses. Books that were almost published but just didn’t quite work out. Either that or see if I can develop something further with this current story. From there I’ll plan further.
I’ve got a lot of books to go through. This means a lot of material. Either fully formed, or needing to be reconstructed from the ground up. It proposes a great creative challenge which both excites and scares me.
They say that an editor doesn’t have to be a writer. I would say that is sort of true to a point. But it really depends on what type of editing you’re performing. For your basic, in depth proofreader/grammar checker I would say, as long as you understand the basics, you can get by.
For doing what I’m doing? As I look over my dad’s book, I try to imagine what he was thinking when he was writing this. What was he trying to convey? With that mindset, I will be looking over what his editor has asked to be revised and respond how I think he’d have wanted to respond.
Luckily, I have known my dad my whole life and therefore I like to think that I knew him pretty well.
Good morning internet. It has been over a month since my last
confession I mean post. If all I had was writing, this would be unforgivable, but because I’m me I have non-writing commitments which also needed to be tended to. But now I’m back, and just in time.
July and August are being set aside to finish editing the book which will see publication this year. I’ll also be using this time to arrange a venue for a book launch in Vancouver and confirm with my Mother about one in Saskatoon at the same time (roughly).
The thing that gets me when I’m reading my dad’s work is that I begin to analyse it. It’s one thing to analyse a writer’s work and it’s an entirely different thing when you are analysing someone’s work who you knew very well. You begin to think about what they were thinking as they were committing the words to the page. How they felt, physically and mentally. How they perceived their roles in life and how they interacted with their friends and family. Please note, that while I do all of this, I still am able to enjoy the story for what it is. Entertainment. I merely get much more out of it than most people do.
This also reminds me that I need to go to the store to pick up paper, a black ink cartridge and a red pen….
The first thing I’m doing right now is reading over the novel that was in the process of editing. Not making notes or anything like that. Just reading. I really like the story and I’m finding myself getting very drawn in to it. But as I do, I begin second-guessing myself.
“Is this really good or do I just think that because I love my dad and I would think that anything he wrote was good?”
“No, he’s written some bad stories before and I’ve recognised them as such”
“What if I can’t recognise bad writing?”
“What if I’m not as good at writing as he was?”
But then the story grabs me again and I put the worries aside as I read.
Like my dad, I’ve always loved to tell stories, however, I chose a different way to tell them. I chose sequential art as my storytelling medium. Now I need to put aside the artwork and begin to think more like a writer. In the end, I’m sure that this will also help me in my work. Think like a writer and catch the story.