Square is always a rectangle.

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A graphic novel can have graphic sex and violence, but doesn’t have to (mine doesn’t). A rectangle is not always a square. But it will always have pictures, that is, graphics.

Why bother?

“When you have the talent to be able to write and to draw it seems a shame to choose one. I think it’s better to do both.” – Marjane Satrapi, author/illustrator of Persepolis.

Also, thanks to Illustration Friday for linking here last week, and hello to any readers who found me that way!

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As promised, good news.

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Actually I think it was more like 4 piercings, if we’re going for accuracy. If you weren’t a female growing up in the 80’s, don’t bother trying to get this one.

Also, I present the most encouraging text-conversation I’ve ever had:

Me: What’s your opinion of a first person narrator who isn’t quite the main character? Is that too passive of storytelling?
Molly: Ever heard of the Great Gatsby?

Thank you Molly!!

Sympathy for the inanimate.

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I think maybe I need to sit down with it and have a Stephanie Tanner at Disney World talk.

A compromise compromised.

Earlier this month I took on a challenge which was a self-designed compromise from the more daunting, national challenge of National Novel Writing Month.  I knew I couldn’t complete a 50,000 word novel this November, but declared I would, instead, complete two chapters of my graphic novel (which I now speak of rather freely… hm, go figure.  So much for self-propelling mystery!) Well, to put it bluntly, I was crazy.  There is no way I’ll have two chapters done by the 30th.  This story has been unfolding just fine at its own lazy pace and I would only screw that up by forcing myself to write words and draw pictures that aren’t coming of their own volition, when they have been doing so quite nicely prior to this.  Yes, it’s an excuse, but those are allowed on occasion.  I will hereby compromise my challenge and say that I would like to complete ONE chapter this month.  Just one.  It’s a compromised compromise, but it’s still a challenge.

All right, now that business is out of the way, I have a few other things.  First of all, don’t take this as sounding ungrateful, but I am really creeped out by how low gas prices are getting.  I drove past a station that advertised $1.85 a gallon today, which means that other places in the country are probably getting down near a dollar.  Yes, it’s great, it’s cheap, we can all dust off our hummers again, but it’s still freaky.  I feel like I’m living back in the late 90s.  And who the heck likes the 90s?? (Okay, Alex, I know you do.)

Next, I had another dream about my late cat Pepper again last night.  This one was a different kind of sad, though, because of how realistic it was.  Usually when I dream about her (which is often) she has somehow been resurrected, enjoys full health, and seems perfectly unaware that she was ever dead, to both her and my delight.  But last night she was weak, small, and frail, just like she was in real life before she died.  In my dream she barely had the strength to jump up onto the bed, so I picked her up and she crawled under the blankets where we cuddled.  Just like real life.  I feel like I write about these Pepper dreams every time they happen (which is often) but I did a search to link to some past ones and couldn’t find any.  Maybe that is a good idea for a blog-reader-challenge.  Locate the Pepper Dream Posts!  Whoever finds any wins… a photograph of Pepper.

I had a few other things to say but I think I’ll save them up for days when I have nothing.  Which, you’ve come to know, is most of the time.

National compromised challenge month.

It’s November, which means it’s National Novel Writing Month, which means, if you choose to accept the challenge, you might write a 50,000 word novel over the course of the next 30 days.  Last year I did it, which I’m still proud of (and have even dusted off the old first draft, finally, so that it just may see the light of day before this year is over!)  This year there is no way I could do it.  I’m just too busy.  However, in the spirit of creativity, diligence, production, and self discipline (I’d venture to say those are the four spirits of National Novel Writing Month) I am still going to set a personal goal for myself regarding writing, the writing of my graphic novel to be specific.  There are 30 days in the month, and by midnight of November 30th I would like to have the next two chapters finished in my story.  At first I was going to say I would like to have the entire draft finished (which would only be an additional three or four chapters) but I don’t want to force the story, which has been unfolding thus far at it’s own pace.

This post is pretty dull, eh?  I guess it’s mostly for my sake.  Unless you’re really interested in my personal goals.  In which case let me know and I’ll give you my current list!  (But not really.)

Canadian Cold Feet.

When I say that I’m German and French, I guess what I really mean is that I’m German and French Canadian.  So I’ll be planning a visit to Montreal to explore my roots.

When I say that I’m working on a graphic novel, what I really mean is that I’m standing at the base of this mountain and I’m excited but a little bit scared to death of the climb.  Okay so I’m holding this grappling hook and don’t quite know how to use it, although I know its uses are endless and my potential, too, is pretty great if I could just figure it out.  It’s that nervous feeling you get when you’re about to give the speech of your lifetime, or when you suspect that you’re beginning to fall in love.  Things could go either way, success or disappointment.  Learning is inevitable.  It’s a great place to be, but at the same time there is something so comforting about stable, solid, sea-level ground.  Sometimes it’s hard to take those upward steps. 

Metaphorical enough for ya?

When art feels right.

So…I’m working on a graphic novel.  I don’t know why I haven’t written about it here yet.  Well, yes I do.  I haven’t written about it because as long as no one knows about it I can’t be expected to finish it, and that takes a lot of pressure off.  Except that I need a little pressure.  I wouldn’t have completed my NaNoWriMo manuscript last year if I weren’t constantly mouthing off about it here.  And besides that, I’ve already started talking to people about it in the non-digital world.  It’s partly an accountability thing, but it’s also just really exciting for me and I want to talk about it!  Let me put it down in black-and-white: before I die I would like to finish this book.  Or a different one completely, but I’ve already got a decent start on this one.  It feels like things are clicking, you know?  And I’m not talking about the story which needs quite a bit of work, but I’m talking about the entire creative process.  I feel like I’ve fumbled around looking for the right way to use my interests and talents and maybe I’ve finally gotten on the right track.  I really do love this comic book stuff, and I like drawing and I like writing and I want whatever I do to be accessible to anyone who wants it, not just some wealthy art collector.  This feels right.  And I worry that by writing statements like that I might be inflating my expectations and setting myself up for disappointment, but I guess that’s a risk I’ll take.  I feel like there may be a few more risks involved with this whole process anyway.

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