The writing puzzle I had to solve for this page was “how does Cass, who can only bleat, communicate a complicated plan of action to Flint?” It turns out goat stubbornness and a good old-fashioned head butt do wonders. I’m[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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Thirteen’s scene had a few lines of internal thoughts, but after drawing the page, I was happy seeing how her thoughts came through in the art alone. Words would have been redundant. I didn’t notice until the moment I started[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
While drawing this page, the moment I had been dreading for years finally arrived: I got completely fed up with drawing woods. In my original plan for this chapter I hoped to fend off this situation by drawing a handful[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
At first, Flint’s realization/admission was going to come during a scene on the cliff with Cass where his growling stomach would have been the spark that launched this monologue here. The more I pondered over it, the more it seemed[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Thirteen’s scene was intended for later in the chapter. The scene that was originally going to happen on this page wasn’t working right; I wasn’t feeling it for reasons I couldn’t figure out. So I stopped trying to write around[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…