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So, I'm very proud and I'm not going to shut up about this for a while.
Almost two years ago, a friend named Lauren tossed me a rough story outline, and asked me what I thought. This turned into an entire train ride being devoted to a vague story. It should have ended there. It didn't. We talked about it the next day. Other friends got involved. The rough outline became a story pitch, not without it's flaws- and no ending.
Then we start filming Vector. Stress mounts up. A website is made, but production begins for The Stitch. Thousands of models are thumbnailed by Lauren while I work as board op for All Shook Up. I get recruited to build model sets. Everyone gets very familiar with exacto knives. The Stitch is renamed Suture, and we all live on bagel bites and snapple in a dim garage. My fingers hurt. We're not sure Lauren is getting enough sleep. It's all we can talk about on the train ride home; angles and timing and voice actors and architecture history. Then we're done. Her insane amounts of work get an award, and a scholarship- oh, right, it's time to apply to colleges! No one can talk about anything else. We're too burned out and stressed. Finals are looming. Hemmingway and Disney princesses are the train topic du jour.
Finally it's summer. I think I'm trying to move in to Lauren's house, judging by the amount of time I spend there. I pick up a sketchbook, and recognize a face. Oddly, there's some other characters mixed in here. Who's the blonde dude? Turns out she's had the story sitting in the back of her mind this whole time, and there's been all sorts of refinements. I don't recognize the plot any more. This of course results in a demand for a retelling of the new-old story- I'm dying to know what she's come up with.
And it's good. There are a few gaps, some uncertain areas. The path is foggy and the footing uncertain, but it's definitely going somewhere. I spend all summer pestering Lauren about the- it's a comic now, isn't it? She's settled on a medium. (I'm still curious what would have happened if she had chosen to film it, since that's her preferred format) I feel bad for being a pest, but I really want to know how this is going to turn out. Characters are added and subtracted, plot devices are eliminated. Is that a blood splatter or a scar? How to get from point A to B is becoming clear. I'd like to keep this up, but first semester is starting, and we're reduced to texting. Cue most bizarre conversation ever re: souls, latin, faux mysticism, and magic crystal healing aromatherapy. Tarot books are procured. I pick up several free copies of the local new wave magazine, and turn to the ads. Hilarity ensues. Last minute plot hole crisis is averted. Pages are thumbnailed. School picks up, and we fall off each other's radars. Welcome to college, now get a job.
Then, this break, it turns out that serious production is occurring. A deadline is given. And on January 1st, the first page of Mad Logic goes up. The comic I've spent two years cheerleading is finally posted. despite it not being my accomplishment, I am SO STINKING PROUD.
This is turning out to be a happy year, so far. heart
Miramelle · Wed Jan 25, 2012 @ 06:23am · 0 Comments |
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