The foggy future

Writing Lamentation has become a very interesting process. Whenever I sit down to write it my characters fly out of my hands, it's like trying to clutch at a fistful of sand in a whipping gale. They are ephemeral, difficult, yet refuse to be left alone. For the past year I've been exploring Shoda as a young woman and completely lost sight of who she is and why her story is called Lamentation.

Then today I listened to a song and she stepped out and reminded me. Her song has changed, or was stolen. Either way, her old song no longer has any of her in it, it's a desperate and grasping song. Her new one is very contemplative, suicidal, still a bit desperate, but somehow unafraid. She sees her future, the way the world is revolving about her, about the things she does. She mourns the past as one removed, distant, but living just the same.

"Hold me now
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking
maybe six feet
Ain't so far down"

I've lost track of where I'm going, the story is there, but it's become wooden, stilted, without depth and posessing some very serious holes. The next couple pages for the comic are already written, but between doing that I'll be spending my time sketching, trying to find what I've lost. She's such a deep and soulful character, she deserves more and I feel like I owe it to her.