I started doing layout sketches for Flag in Flames today, finished the page I stopped in the middle of last night (last page in a chapter), and I discovered that I didn't want to keep going, I wanted to sit there yelling “Don't do it, he'll kill you!” at one of the characters.
This strikes me as being odd for two reasons. The first is that I already *know* what is going to happen. I've known for over a year how this particular moment eventually evolves into an ending that I am happy with. And yet even knowing, even though I'm looking at very rough sketches many of which are little better than scribbles, somehow I am so strongly emotionally connecting to that *moment* that it stops me in my tracks, and everything that I know follows afterward is irrelevant to how I feel.
And if the disjunct between my reaction and what I know follows afterwards isn't odd enough, the second thing that strikes me as strange is that I'm convinced that if I was writing things instead of drawing it, I wouldn't have stopped. My heroes putting themselves in danger doesn't usually make me want to yell at them, it makes me want to write them back out of that mess as quickly as possible. I'm pretty sure I didn't stop at this point when I was doing the script.
Could it be that a picture freezes itself in time in a way that words don't?
That's a fascinating, and a little bit intimidating, thought.
I'm half hoping I'm reading too much into this, and the real reason I stopped was because I'm totally brain dead today.
No words on Pavane, and only half a page of layouts. Blah!
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