As most of you already know, I’ve been working this month on the first Hollows graphic novel. I’m writing the script myself so as to try to keep the feel of what the books are and the emotions that flow between Ivy and Rachel as they move through the story and solve the crime. Stretching different creative muscles has been wonderful.
It’s been an interesting month–getting back into Ivy’s head. I’ve been avoiding her and Piscary, and I can’t do that. I figure I have today and Monday until I finish the rough draft, and I’m hoping I have a few extra pages to go back and add a page or two with Piscary so that I can really bring out the mental and physical abuse that Ivy is trying to overcome. She is so unbelievably strong . . . and yet so broken. I love her character.
I have no idea how this expression of a woman fighting an emotional battle she can’t win is going to fly in a world of comic-book heroes. I don’t care. All I have is what I see, what is gripping my mind. And that’s what’s going on the page.
How does music as my muse enter into all of this? It took me almost a week, but I rediscovered Ivy’s music, and I’ve been listening to Garbage and Evanescence a lot. I’ll get into the savage side of Ivy when I go back and clean the script up, but for now it’s all about . . . the stuff that they sing about. Those two artists are almost perfect fits. I don’t always listen to music when I write. Sometimes, I work better in silence. But for now, it’s Amy and Shirley.