Development Log 7.7.17

Still working on developing Lustre Zeal. I managed to write a script for the first couple of pages that serves to establish the setting and the primary conflict, but when it came to laying out the panels and introducing central themes and concepts I ran into issues with the pre-production side of things because I still need to work out character and concept art for things that while hinted at early on don’t become relevant until much later in the story. So I tried drawing some characters who could appear in the prologue while at the same time have no relevance to the actual plot. I know that doesn’t say much but since I can’t talk about the development process without divulging details that would give away the ending trying to dance around the issues involved would be absolute nightmare fuel. Suffice to say, a lot of the logistical challenges that I’m dealing with now are related to things like artistic identities, self censorship and tonal dissonance. Not exactly the most delightful of subjects to try and research as they either tend to come loaded with various emotional triggers, psychic landmines and killer PTSD flashbacks or they lead to heated debates, shouting matches and all out flame wars. Asking people to discuss such things like reasonable adults is as far as my experience has proven, simply not possible, as the problems involved tend to lie somewhere between emotional investiture and the super normalization of socially appropriate expectations. All of which I prefer to observe from as far away as humanly possible because having that level of intense emotion directed at you isn’t only unhealthy at the best of times, when you’re still trying to establish the kind of work you want to speak for you it has a tendency to distort your worldview. Suffice to say that no matter how dark some of the themes of my work may be, or how emotionally challenging some of the scenarios I write tend to turn out, my focus has always been on finding the humanity in such moments as to quote Jean Jacques Rousseau: What we see too much of, we no longer imagine; and it is only imagination that makes us feel the ills of others.