wee. hee.

he kicked the crumbling teddy. (this is a flip of a very early strip. that is the idea. direction reversed. pound pound pounding you over the head?).

anywho.

the strange thing I’ve found, now that I’ve really laid down the first draft (all remaining strips written) is this: it feels like now i can begin. I didn’t even know this was missing before.
but now it feels like i’ve set the tempo, so i can go back and start sweetening the notes. (that’s horribly pretentious. i don’t write music, and have no idea if that analogy works. or if it’s more of a metaphor).

but it’s weird to see the pressure of “gotta do something tonight, maybe someone should punch a guy. how can i make it exciting?” is gone. Now the pressure is making sure each moment is maximized so it contributes to the greater whole. I find myself reviewing the existing strips and thinking them over in a new way.

anywho. it’s weird. maybe this is boring insight for anyone who already writes or creates stories. but today, for me, it is fascinating.

also did a little research today on the nature of ionizing radiation, and cell structure, and a fascinating story about horizontal DNA migration. Now that script is locked, I have all this cool shit that won’t fit. hmmf. sooo, i’m debating that. it’d probably be too weird (off-key) if I tried to shove a lot of this in. i’m sure it’ll show up in blog posts. probably have some very subtle/tight references in the story, that aren’t necessary to understand the “other” plot. the main plot. … dunno.
maybe I can work some terribly highbrow hard science fiction into a fake advertisement in the final book. but it feels like this story is laid out to be more about action and mood than complicated ruminations on how one might actually cure leukemia with … stuff.
I’m sure it’ll all work it’s way out eventually. in some form or another.

vagaries and vagaries.