I started writing Teenage Beast on June 7th of this year as a lark. It was going to be a comic book script, but as I started writing scene directions, I found myself getting more and more into the heads of the characters. Either it was going to be a comic with a sea of captions and thought balloons, or it was going to be a prose story. I opted for prose.
I never thought I would write prose fiction. I haven’t done so since 10th grade. It always felt like homework. Back then, I wrote everything longhand. Sadly, I never mastered the typewriter. I pity my poor teachers who had to decipher my chicken scratch.
Now I am well into my second draft. I have enjoyed the process, and it is starting to become something that is actually readable.
In the mornings, I usually spend my first waking hour writing. At night, I unwind with a sketchbook in my lap, sitting on a couch and watching trash stream to my 20-year-old television.
Lately, I have been visiting and revisiting a sequence that happens maybe a little better than midway through the book. I’m working out the choreography of the scene and figuring out the kind of marks I want to make. It’s all exploration.
That’s it for now.
Let’s see where another 102 days take us.
The third version of this scene in progress
