I’ve officially asked two trusted readers to look over my wonktastic comic script. I should clarify, I suppose, that these aren’t scripts in the traditional way – the way I’ve found of writing out my comic scripts is regular fictional prose, but the text surrounding the dialogue isn’t done artfully. Instead, it’s done as transparently as possible, as they connect to a scattering of images in my head. Here, let me show you a bit:

Moira stands against the wall, uncommonly uneasy in her suit. She fiddles with her scarf. “What I say now has to be strictly between us. If I could produce some kind of confidentiality agreement for this, I would, but it’s off the record, and so…”

“Of course, Moira. I’m like my mom – we could’ve worked for the CIA.”

Moira smiles ruefully. “Yes, I know. That’s why I’m telling you this. That, and I’d hate to see you make a mistake when I could prevent it.”

Kate has an odd look on her face; she’s rarely unable to predict things at work. This is one of those times.

Usually, this is what you write when you don’t know how to say what you want to say – what they teach in screenwriting classes, to lay down the bones and then fancy them up with the usual oblique ways the human mind works. It’s just strange to send this kind of barebones, inelegant thing to actual people, ones I respect.

Sketches to come later this week.