The problem was, aside from the fact that I decided to not only sketch it, but line and colour it (bad idea), that beyond the faintest outline of the story I had no idea what was happening. I knew it involved a man boarding a ship to steal the Rose Queen, and he didn't exactly know what the Rose Queen was. It would turn out to be a woman.
That's it. That's all I had. The whole premise, and both characters names, was based around a newsreader's vocal stumble and something I misread. It's no wonder I only got to two pages.
In a fit of procrastination driven by a bout of something that could be a cold, or could be 'flu (shush), I sat in the conservatory that was, for once, fairly warm, and felt sorry for myself rather than write.
The next thing I knew, the Rose Queen was a man instead of a woman.
And a whole new world of questions suddenly opened up, ones that hadn't existed four years ago, and I could (can) barely keep up with them.
|There are a lot more now|
The oddest thing has to be the characters. I had a vague idea about and a 3D version of Admiral Fayth, and a 3D version of the female Rose Queen that I've since lost (I think it's on another computer), but no grasp of their personalities. Now, with RQ's sex change he's developed a personality—and a strong sense of sarcasm—and, even odder, he and Fayth are getting along so well that I've got unsolicited sex scenes floating around in my imagination.
I'm starting to think I need to imagine a bucket of cold water.
So now my question is: wait until I know what's going on, or start writing and pray it comes to me? And more to the point, will these boys actually let me wait?
As a bonus, here is RQ dressed up... or down? for Easter. He wasn't particularly amused about it.
Who says procrastination is always a bad thing?