I don’t impose limits on myself. If I find a better idea for a scene, I adapt the story. That way, the narration remains instinctive, which is especially important for a story like The Land of Lines.
One of the things I love about having children is the opportunity to see the world through their eyes. It keeps my sense of wonder fresh and new every day. Stuff that could easily be ignored by adults such as graphic novels or animated films are part of a parent’s daily rhythm.
Several months ago I was browsing through Zandbroz Variety (my favorite store in Fargo) and started flipping through a book. At first I found myself idly flipping through pages waiting for the words to start but soon realized there were no words. Only lines and pictures.
Intrigued I started over and began my journey in the land of the lines.
Slowly but surely the story drew me in and I followed this journey of discovery, adventure, and more. I found myself feeling connected to these characters and feeling a sense of sadness when the story ended. How could I feel sad about a few lines after only a five minute read?
There is power and beauty in simplicity. If you haven’t read the book, stop by my office and take a quick peek (it only takes 5 minutes to read), then buy yourself a copy and pay it forward.
In the land of lines, anything is possible…