Ok. This is going to sound crazy. It feels crazy. But it also feels like exactly what needs to happen.
I’m going to write a novel.
With no words.
For someone who has always relied on her words, this is kind of a strange situation. I woke up last week and watched an entire story play out in front of me. I saw every scene. I felt the whole story. But it’s all images. All snapshots. No dialogue. No description.
It’s all coming from my chest – from a feeling deep inside that I can’t describe.
I sat down this morning to doodle and my pencil carried me deep into the story, laying out the sequences, showing the emotions in each scene. I have threads. I have arcs. I have characters. I have relationships.
I have a story.
But I have no history in illustration, no background, no experience, no skills.
It’s all a bit overwhelming!
I need to make this book. I have to make this book. It’s dying to get out, to be a part of the world. And yet I am not entirely sure how to go about it. I have my sketches. I have my feelings. I can see it all. I just need to get it on paper, to refine it, to tell it like it is, with images and colors and expressions.
This is going to be an interesting journey…