One symptom of brain/body fatigue is the unleashing of inner demons. Last night when I was too pooped to produce I succumbed to the critical voices in my head, one of which scolds me when I'm not doing stuff. I suspect that inner voice lays dormant when I'm busy (either because I'm producing and thus rendering him/her/it unnecessary, or because the joy of productivity unleashes brain chemicals that neutralize him/her/it).
Either way, in hindsight I attribute my inactivity last night to simple fatigue. It's biochemistry and physics that prevent one from going 24/7. It's distorted cognitions that chastise, criticize, condemn, and berate such a condition calling it slothful and lazy.
This morning I'm refreshed and eager to tackle new and exciting endeavors. Where'd the inner critic go? I think a good night's sleep replenished my psychic energy and those shaming voices have been silenced. Or to change metaphors, during the dark night of the soul my inner critics shine brightly like stars but when my batteries get recharged the sun comes out and makes those stars invisible. (I hope someday to win a Pulitzer for mixed metaphors). The stars (critical voices) are still there but sunshine (psychic recharging) renders them invisible (silent).
After weeding the front yard I watched TV reruns, drank peppermint schnapps and hot cocoa, slept like a baby, and awoke with yesterday's ennui a distant memory.
What lesson can I draw from this? When inevitable tiredness creeps up on me I will be mindful that in that weakened state I'm not only in need of downtime but I'm also vulnerable to a nasty sub-personality who would drive me to death and flog a dead horse. (Here comes that Pulitzer). When I'm exhausted that sub-personality is powerless to scold a tired body/brain into creativity. And since it can't whip my body into action it yells at me from the sidelines like a demented cheerleader, "Two, four, six, eight, who do we excoriate?"
Off to have a great day!
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Saturday Night Ennui
It's Saturday night, 6:00 PM. I'm pulled in over a dozen different directions, and none. It's too early for bed...so here are my options.
1. Wash dinner dishes. My menu items tonight all started with C: corn, chicken, cookies, beer.
2. Weed the front yard. Dandelions are poking through the beauty bark.
3. Mow the back yard. I've let the back half go native; it's now out of control.
4. Weed whack everywhere.
5. Read more of The Righteous Mind by Jonathan Haidt. Great book; could be relevant to my graphic novel.
6. Watch the Olympics. I turned it on briefly and watched 4 man volley ball for 2 minutes. That'll hold me 4 years.
7. Work on Ecclesiastes University script, day 8. The dialog is not only not funny, it's worse than a poke in the eye with a sharp Prismacolor pencil. That book is my priority but the creative juices aren't flowing. I just can't muster the enthusiasm to create more insipid prose. (Although the new character I introduce in that chapter has an Italian accent that I think I nailed!)
8. Work on a billable project that's due Wed. It'll be a disaster if I don't get that project finished. But I just can't muster the oomph. Maybe tomorrow.
9. Go somewhere? I spent two hours with Vicki this afternoon and she spent the remainder of the afternoon at a baby shower for our daughter who is expecting. I spent last night at a philosophical discussion group. I had about 20 client hours this past week. I'm not isolated or starved for people. But I am antsy sitting here battling decision over-load and motivation under-load.
10. De-clutter our house. There are rooms and closets and boxes and sheds to empty out. That project would be a gift to my kids. Yet I need my kids to coach me on what to save and what to junk.
11. Chase flies with my new electric fly swatter. My inner Hindu shudders every time I fry a fly; my inner No Fly Zone rejoices at the snap and sparks. I am conflicted.
12. Catch up on news re. Colorado massacre in a movie theater. I could hold back my tears and gag reflex re. the insanity; but the ads depicting cuddling couples puts me in an even fouler mood.
13. I'm tired of Facebook, Youtube videos of wicked guitar players, and the herky-jerky stream of Netflix. Even if the pictures/words weren't maddeningly out of sync, I'm too antsy to sit still for 90 mindless minutes.
14. Practice silence and serenity. Renounce productivity. Be, not do. Yeah, like that's going to happen.
One of my purposes of this blog is to document my maddening predilection to boredom and waning interest. It's a personal trait I very much dislike; I'd be very happy if I could discover the magic pill, silver bullet, energy booster for endless creativity and steady productivity.
Of all of the options above I think item #2 would give me a needed change and provide the satisfaction of a weed free front yard. I'm off to get a pitchfork and attack those weeds.
1. Wash dinner dishes. My menu items tonight all started with C: corn, chicken, cookies, beer.
2. Weed the front yard. Dandelions are poking through the beauty bark.
3. Mow the back yard. I've let the back half go native; it's now out of control.
4. Weed whack everywhere.
5. Read more of The Righteous Mind by Jonathan Haidt. Great book; could be relevant to my graphic novel.
6. Watch the Olympics. I turned it on briefly and watched 4 man volley ball for 2 minutes. That'll hold me 4 years.
7. Work on Ecclesiastes University script, day 8. The dialog is not only not funny, it's worse than a poke in the eye with a sharp Prismacolor pencil. That book is my priority but the creative juices aren't flowing. I just can't muster the enthusiasm to create more insipid prose. (Although the new character I introduce in that chapter has an Italian accent that I think I nailed!)
8. Work on a billable project that's due Wed. It'll be a disaster if I don't get that project finished. But I just can't muster the oomph. Maybe tomorrow.
9. Go somewhere? I spent two hours with Vicki this afternoon and she spent the remainder of the afternoon at a baby shower for our daughter who is expecting. I spent last night at a philosophical discussion group. I had about 20 client hours this past week. I'm not isolated or starved for people. But I am antsy sitting here battling decision over-load and motivation under-load.
10. De-clutter our house. There are rooms and closets and boxes and sheds to empty out. That project would be a gift to my kids. Yet I need my kids to coach me on what to save and what to junk.
11. Chase flies with my new electric fly swatter. My inner Hindu shudders every time I fry a fly; my inner No Fly Zone rejoices at the snap and sparks. I am conflicted.
12. Catch up on news re. Colorado massacre in a movie theater. I could hold back my tears and gag reflex re. the insanity; but the ads depicting cuddling couples puts me in an even fouler mood.
13. I'm tired of Facebook, Youtube videos of wicked guitar players, and the herky-jerky stream of Netflix. Even if the pictures/words weren't maddeningly out of sync, I'm too antsy to sit still for 90 mindless minutes.
14. Practice silence and serenity. Renounce productivity. Be, not do. Yeah, like that's going to happen.
One of my purposes of this blog is to document my maddening predilection to boredom and waning interest. It's a personal trait I very much dislike; I'd be very happy if I could discover the magic pill, silver bullet, energy booster for endless creativity and steady productivity.
Of all of the options above I think item #2 would give me a needed change and provide the satisfaction of a weed free front yard. I'm off to get a pitchfork and attack those weeds.
Friday, July 27, 2012
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Random Observations about Cartooning
With as much effort as I'm putting into this graphic novel the thought has occurred to me more than once, "Buy a computer soft ware art program for the finished product." It's not the $600 price tag that deters me, it's the learning curve. Drawing on a tablet just doesn't seem right to this old time ink-slinger. Yet, the colored pencils and colored markers I've been using look terrible. Granted, I'm knocking out talking heads at this point rather hastily simply to give the dialog a mouth from which to emanate. But the Platonic graphic novel in my head looks much better than the way Draft 5 looks on the screen or on hard copy.
I just finished page 33 (66 half pages). The changing background color is working for me....but I've yet to crack the following problems:
I just finished page 33 (66 half pages). The changing background color is working for me....but I've yet to crack the following problems:
- How do I help readers keep the many characters clear? At least I haven't given them Russian names. I actually haven't given them any names in the text yet. Do I add a "Cast of Characters" page? If so, up front or in an appendix? Or sprinkled throughout the text when they each make their first appearance?
- Do I need a background? All those photos of the university class room may be pointless since the talking heads take up almost the whole panel.
- What will sustain readers' interest? It seems at this point only a very dedicated student of Ecclesiastes would stay focused. Everyone else's eyes will glaze over given the monotonous repetition of panels, layout, and talking heads.
- Do I cite references, days, name of lecture? I do on the blog where I'm posting the rough draft (click HERE). But readers of the final product will not have access to additional factoids.
- Is there a way I can leverage 2000 talking heads to my advantage? Rather than trying to break up the monotony with a sly inclusion of field trips, long shots, Power Point and lap top screen images (pretending that 2000 talking heads in a comic book is normal), maybe I can claim the talking heads as my raison d'etre. I'm not interested in changing the name Ecclesiastes University, but maybe I can add a tag line letting readers know I'm including 2000 talking heads on purpose, with artfulness, and with existential intention. Now to come up with such a tag line: 49 University Students Recoil from a Socratic Cattle Prod, Ancient Existentialism Unleashed on One Hundred Fertile Cerebrums, or, Be Glad I Didn't Draw Each Synapse. I'll keep working on it.
The pace of production is slow, slow, slow. But it's a zen-like, pleasant slow. I doodle alone in this big house sans five kids and loving wife. I'm somewhat astonished that I can sit in silence (apart from the melodic noise of our neighbors chickens and horses) for five hours scribbling, inking, scanning, and uploading. If I were under an editor's deadline I'd be in big trouble. But as it is I'm progressing at a pace that fits my work load, energy load, and interest load.
Which raises this important question: is there rhyme or reason to the ebb and flow of one's focus? For the first time since last December, earlier this week I spent two days not working on Ecclesiastes University. I wasn't depressed (I don't think), bored, or passionless about this project. I watched TV, Netflix, read good books, cleaned the house, washed clothes, went to work. But I couldn't muster the oomph to put lines on paper. If I knew what factors deterred me from productive labor I'd know what to avoid.
That facial expression book I bought a while back is helpful. As are the reference photos I've been taking of hands, body language, etc. I don't draw from nothing; I use reference materials.
I perused a collection of a reprinted newspaper comic strip called Foxtrot. It's consistently funny in 4 black and white panels. It's hard for me to be objective about my humor since my humor-o-meter is distracted with the other meters against which I am constantly measuring myself: philosophy, character development, drawing facial expressions, and many more. My First Readers are giving consistent feedback that my book is not funny and I believe them. It's in my mind to rework the dialog once I complete Draft Five: inserting jokes into a narrative flow will be easier than adjusting the narrative flow around the jokes. Or so I tell myself.
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I cut and pasted friend Mark's old caricature here which is illustrative of the style of drawing I anticipate using in the final draft. It also demonstrates why I'm so unhappy with the rough cartoons I'm using in Draft Five. I'm working with drawings that are only weak approximations of what I envision the finished product to look like. But even with shaded caricatures like this I'm not sure good drawings are enough to sustain readers' attention. I'm zealous to write dialog that is sterling in its own right, the addition of well crafted drawings only adding value.
No wonder my lawn gets mowed so infrequently...I'm obsessed with this project.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Ten Observations about Creativity and Distraction
Before launching a new blog where I'm posting the first rough draft to go public I wondered how that new endeavor might affect my creativity. Here's what I've learned.
1. A significant portion of my brain is now hooked on feedback. Rather than blissfully creating with nary a care, I spend a considerable amount of time hoping for, anticipating, and wishing for feedback.
2. Once I get that welcome feedback I then spend considerable time answering. Both wishing for and responding to feedback takes away from drawing.
3. I also spend time integrating that feedback into the pages I've completed. That is, I'm now editing those first pages incorporating the great suggestions First Readers have offered. This too takes away time from penciling, inking, and posting that public rough draft.
4. While I miss time away from drawing I must admit my ADD prone brain doesn't mind juggling all these disparate tasks. Part of the message of Ecclesiastes is that variety is the spice of life and engaging with the public over these doodles certainly adds variety.
5. Knowing that I've now got followers on that other blog (I think about 10 of the 30 I invited) I feel additional motivation to keep on top of my self imposed posting schedule. I'm aiming for two posts per week. I'd like to do more but turning my latest rough draft into a printable rough draft is still agonizingly slow. I'm just trying to cram too much data (pencil layouts, character development, more tweaking of the dialog, inking, coloring) through too small a pipe (my brain).
6. Posting this very rough draft feeds my sub personalities which are already prone to shame, embarrassment, and discouragement. The work in progress is a fool's errand. Each of the ingredients (humor, layout, facial expressions, section divisions, dialog, etc) are sub par and painful to read. Thus, a considerable amount of psychic time is spent fighting those self critical parts and pushing through the wall of resistance to accomplish the task at hand--illustrate the whole book of Ecclesiastes.
7. I'm "forced" to continually dangle in front of my imagination the Platonic arch-type of a polished, finished, and honed final product. In my mind it "works." It's witty. It's unique. It's helpful. It's drawn to perfection. Readers get it. Theologians, philosophers, and depressed existentialists welcome it. This fantasy is shamed by reality--what I've posted so far falls way short of this ideal. It looks to me garish, confusing, halting, insipid, and the work of a deranged mind. Oh well. There is a perfect graphic novel based on Ecclesiastes in essence somewhere in the universe and my efforts will bring it into existence.
8. I frame this psychic battle in positive terms. Moderating the internal debate builds character, strengthens synapses, and to be frank, is fun. Like the gambler whose dopamine neurotransmitters flow like Niagara when tossing dice, anticipating the finished product keeps my brain chemicals in a nearly constant state of mental bliss.
9. Posting the rough draft reveals many new problems to be solved. How do I conquer the tedium of boring talking heads? How do I help readers distinguish one character from another? How do I color the thing so it looks pleasing and not so childish? How do I elevate the humor? Will the overall effect of student reactions bring clarity to readers' minds about matters of faith, existentialism, and suffering? When do I invite more First Readers? Should I invite more First Readers? These challenges distract me from the drawing task at hand but they are a pleasant distraction.
10. Inviting a tiny slice of the public to evaluate these pages forces me to define success. If writing like Tina Fey is my goal, I've failed. If drawing like Herge is my goal, I've failed. If musing like Kierkegaard, Pascal, Dostoevsky is my goal, I've failed. If creating a work that goes viral is my goal, I've failed. If creating scenes, settings, and camera angles like Steven Spielberg is my goal, I've failed. If winning a Pulitzer like Art Spiegelman is my goal, I've failed. But if marshaling and merging dozens of tasks from my fevered brain to create a hefty existential comic book and having fun while doing so is my goal, I'm king of the hill, a gold medal winner, I get the yellow jersey, Heisman trophy, and lifetime membership in the hall of fame.
1. A significant portion of my brain is now hooked on feedback. Rather than blissfully creating with nary a care, I spend a considerable amount of time hoping for, anticipating, and wishing for feedback.
2. Once I get that welcome feedback I then spend considerable time answering. Both wishing for and responding to feedback takes away from drawing.
3. I also spend time integrating that feedback into the pages I've completed. That is, I'm now editing those first pages incorporating the great suggestions First Readers have offered. This too takes away time from penciling, inking, and posting that public rough draft.
4. While I miss time away from drawing I must admit my ADD prone brain doesn't mind juggling all these disparate tasks. Part of the message of Ecclesiastes is that variety is the spice of life and engaging with the public over these doodles certainly adds variety.
5. Knowing that I've now got followers on that other blog (I think about 10 of the 30 I invited) I feel additional motivation to keep on top of my self imposed posting schedule. I'm aiming for two posts per week. I'd like to do more but turning my latest rough draft into a printable rough draft is still agonizingly slow. I'm just trying to cram too much data (pencil layouts, character development, more tweaking of the dialog, inking, coloring) through too small a pipe (my brain).
6. Posting this very rough draft feeds my sub personalities which are already prone to shame, embarrassment, and discouragement. The work in progress is a fool's errand. Each of the ingredients (humor, layout, facial expressions, section divisions, dialog, etc) are sub par and painful to read. Thus, a considerable amount of psychic time is spent fighting those self critical parts and pushing through the wall of resistance to accomplish the task at hand--illustrate the whole book of Ecclesiastes.
7. I'm "forced" to continually dangle in front of my imagination the Platonic arch-type of a polished, finished, and honed final product. In my mind it "works." It's witty. It's unique. It's helpful. It's drawn to perfection. Readers get it. Theologians, philosophers, and depressed existentialists welcome it. This fantasy is shamed by reality--what I've posted so far falls way short of this ideal. It looks to me garish, confusing, halting, insipid, and the work of a deranged mind. Oh well. There is a perfect graphic novel based on Ecclesiastes in essence somewhere in the universe and my efforts will bring it into existence.
8. I frame this psychic battle in positive terms. Moderating the internal debate builds character, strengthens synapses, and to be frank, is fun. Like the gambler whose dopamine neurotransmitters flow like Niagara when tossing dice, anticipating the finished product keeps my brain chemicals in a nearly constant state of mental bliss.
9. Posting the rough draft reveals many new problems to be solved. How do I conquer the tedium of boring talking heads? How do I help readers distinguish one character from another? How do I color the thing so it looks pleasing and not so childish? How do I elevate the humor? Will the overall effect of student reactions bring clarity to readers' minds about matters of faith, existentialism, and suffering? When do I invite more First Readers? Should I invite more First Readers? These challenges distract me from the drawing task at hand but they are a pleasant distraction.
10. Inviting a tiny slice of the public to evaluate these pages forces me to define success. If writing like Tina Fey is my goal, I've failed. If drawing like Herge is my goal, I've failed. If musing like Kierkegaard, Pascal, Dostoevsky is my goal, I've failed. If creating a work that goes viral is my goal, I've failed. If creating scenes, settings, and camera angles like Steven Spielberg is my goal, I've failed. If winning a Pulitzer like Art Spiegelman is my goal, I've failed. But if marshaling and merging dozens of tasks from my fevered brain to create a hefty existential comic book and having fun while doing so is my goal, I'm king of the hill, a gold medal winner, I get the yellow jersey, Heisman trophy, and lifetime membership in the hall of fame.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
The Joy of Feedback
NOTE: Now that rough pages are being posted for public review elsewhere (click HERE) I will continue to use this blog to muse about the process. Why keep these comments separate from the other blog? I want readers of that other blog to put their energy into critique of the product, not get blogged down in the process. This is the place to get blogged down in the process!
Professional graphic novels involve specialists:
writers
editors
pencilers
inkers
letterers
layout
camera angle
colorists
humorists
casting
dialog coaches
costume
cover art
setting
props
continuity
philosophy/theology
scanning/uploading
and more.
Since I'm an amateur doing each of these tasks I'm setting myself up for harsh criticism. Pick any one of those tasks and compare my work to the work of pros and I'm toast. What will keep me optimistic even in the face of likely negative feedback?
1. my task-cluttered brain overlooks a zillion glaring mistakes, omissions, and gaffs. Clear eyed critique from others will help me see those mistakes and suggest improvements.
2. The computer that beat Garry Kasparov at chess could not play backgammon. The computer that beat the world backgammon champ could not play chess. The human brain loses chess and backgammon when pitted against specialized computers. However, no computer can multitask like a human. Not only can we play chess and backgammon simultaneously, we can sing, cook, love, and do a zillion other things machines can't. Thus, when my skills as writer, inker, etc. are compared to pros I know I fall short. But ask any random person to complete all of the above tasks and odds are they'd not come up with 428 pages of stuff.
3. I feign no illusion of greatness. What I lack in quality I make up for in quantity. While I'd rather come up with 10 pages of brilliance rather than 400+ pages of piffle, I'm content to crank out what I crank out. Mediocre is better than nothing.
4. Woody Guthrie has been quoted, "I write 1000 songs in the hopes that one or two of them will be good ones." I concur. I crank out volumes of stuff in hopes that one or two items may have merit on the scale of Washington's state song by Guthrie, "Roll On Columbia."
5. Einstein is credited with the following quote, “Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.” One can either reinforce a negative self image by judging one's self by what they can't do (write like CS Lewis, draw like Albrecht Durer, beat Deep Blue at chess), or take comfort in what they can do (a bunch of things at once).
Professional graphic novels involve specialists:
writers
editors
pencilers
inkers
letterers
layout
camera angle
colorists
humorists
casting
dialog coaches
costume
cover art
setting
props
continuity
philosophy/theology
scanning/uploading
and more.
Since I'm an amateur doing each of these tasks I'm setting myself up for harsh criticism. Pick any one of those tasks and compare my work to the work of pros and I'm toast. What will keep me optimistic even in the face of likely negative feedback?
1. my task-cluttered brain overlooks a zillion glaring mistakes, omissions, and gaffs. Clear eyed critique from others will help me see those mistakes and suggest improvements.
2. The computer that beat Garry Kasparov at chess could not play backgammon. The computer that beat the world backgammon champ could not play chess. The human brain loses chess and backgammon when pitted against specialized computers. However, no computer can multitask like a human. Not only can we play chess and backgammon simultaneously, we can sing, cook, love, and do a zillion other things machines can't. Thus, when my skills as writer, inker, etc. are compared to pros I know I fall short. But ask any random person to complete all of the above tasks and odds are they'd not come up with 428 pages of stuff.
3. I feign no illusion of greatness. What I lack in quality I make up for in quantity. While I'd rather come up with 10 pages of brilliance rather than 400+ pages of piffle, I'm content to crank out what I crank out. Mediocre is better than nothing.
4. Woody Guthrie has been quoted, "I write 1000 songs in the hopes that one or two of them will be good ones." I concur. I crank out volumes of stuff in hopes that one or two items may have merit on the scale of Washington's state song by Guthrie, "Roll On Columbia."
5. Einstein is credited with the following quote, “Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.” One can either reinforce a negative self image by judging one's self by what they can't do (write like CS Lewis, draw like Albrecht Durer, beat Deep Blue at chess), or take comfort in what they can do (a bunch of things at once).
6. My success won't be measured in book sales but the bliss of creating. So by that criteria I've been successful for a long time.
So with these thoughts in mind bring on the critique, I'm ready!
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Re-scan pages 1-5 for new blog location
To save my proof readers the confusion of slogging through these 100+ blog posts I'm launching a new blog at http://ecclesiastesuniversity.wordpress.com/. I've re-scanned all 14 pages at a higher DPI with fewer reductions and I think they look and read better at the new location. The Wordpress blog will be dedicated solely to showing rough draft pages for viewer feedback with little commentary from me about process, etc.
I'll continue to post here concerning the on-going adventure of bringing this massive task to completion.... This blog studies and reflects on creativity, boredom, discouragement, writing, and etc.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Talking Heads....blah, blah, blah
Take a gander at the book so far (in miniature). I am unhappy with what I see. Too many talking heads. All I see are talking heads! Either I'm going to invent a cutting edge, new type of graphic novel--talking heads as metaphor for the meaninglessness of life--or I've got to liven up the set.
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| Imagine 100 students all looking bored. |
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| The artist contemplating the tedium of talking heads. |
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| I can't wait to fill these chairs with my cast of characters....but for 200 pages? Yikes, I'm toast. |
My first thought is, "This is impossible! How will adding inert desks improve the action?!"
Brains are wired to solve problems and I've got a big problem....how do I increase the importance of the graphics in this graphic novel? My, my, my. This is a difficultly of Biblical proportions.
Draft Five, Pages 11-14
These four pages include text from Ecclesiastes 1:12-18 which is the end of chapter one. There are twelve chapters in Eccl but this does not mean each chapter will have 14 pages. I break down the text into even smaller chunks which translates into approximately 214 pages total.
I experimented with adding background color (to indicate change in day, change in lecture, change in seating arrangement and clothing).
There must be a better way to scan than what I'm doing. The originals look crisp, sharp, and less blotchy. Must continue to tweak the tech end of comic production.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Draft Five pages 6-10
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Draft Five, pages 1-5
With great joy I introduce for the very first time pages 1-5 of Draft Five of Ecclesiastes University.
There are many changes begging to be made...not only in the heads (too big) but also in the scanning (too dark), pagination (too small), color (absent in background; once added the word balloons will pop out in stark contrast), word balloon tails (for all my weeks of tweaking I still must re-position the little gap where I'll attach the tail--dread!), camera angle (too many close ups; I want students walking around at some point), character design (these drawings are the first of hundreds and I suspect we'll sharpen, simplify, and hone their features as we go), setting (no walls, desks, or props), and more.
I visualize what the final art will be and a part of me wishes I could show readers the finished product. But I dare not invest that much time on a final draft which no one but me has seen. I don't trust myself; I need others' input before putting the finishing touches on Draft Six.
Putting this together was bliss...yet I feel a twinge of anxiety about sending this to my first readers. Why? Their mission will be to evaluate the script; I fear their eye gate will take precedence over their text editing lobes. I suspect these drawings will solicit a dozen comments for improvement but it's the words I want them to evaluate.
This is the first day (Eccl. 1:1-8a). In the next thought unit the characters will have different clothing, seating arrangement, and background color.
Of the nine characters I've introduced in this first installment, two will drop out and of those that remain all will be influenced (for good and ill) by Dr. Q's lectures.
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