Sunday saw me spend most of the day editing the third draft of Displaced into the fourth and properly deciding where to split it. I spent most of the day in my creation in order to write a new ending for the first part.
And I spent most of the night in it too. And in case you weren’t sure about whether Displaced is a graphic novel about happy, fluffy bunnies and kittens – refresh your storyline knowledge at the Displaced Facebook page.
Really it wasn’t a dream, more a nightmare. Also, I haven’t played Alan Wake for a while, so its influence on this experience was minimal.
Why a nightmare? Well I “lived” through the new ending for part 1. It involves a messy crash involving a prison van in a crowded London street. Eric crashes it whilst being transported for a bail hearing.
I’m fine with imaging fire, blood, screams and general devastation when I’m awake. Though I will imagine the smells too… I’d just prefer what I was writing didn’t follow me into my sleep.
Now as I approach my clients for the day I’m in a really weird mood. I don’t like seeing dead bodies in my sleep.
Oh well, at least it wasn’t a dream about zombies.