I am currently doing some preliminary research for a multigenre paper about incorporating graphic novels in the classroom. Scanning through all the research (while there is quite a breadth of research and commentary on this topic, it’s still a fledging field), I have somehow been reinvigorated to write more. Reading pages upon pages of stuff on the efficacy of sequential art in enhancing literacy and the limitless potential of the medium inspires me to focus my attentions upon my writing projects, which have been discretely gathering dust in my mind.
One would think that my excitement for graphic novels would naturally lend itself to a desire to craft my own comic. Alas I don’t have the visual artistic abilities to really have those kinds of ambitions. So I think my brain is interpreting that desire to craft some sort of a creative storytelling project as a yearning to get back to writing. It may also be these Songza jazz playlists that really rev up my mind. Obviously, I have this paper (amongst other end of the semester assignments) to complete, so writing for my own sake is still on the back burner. Yet, hopefully once the semester is done, I can recall this mood, probably try to remanufacture the circumstances, to compose some drafts.
So what does the scene look like?
I was reading Scott McCloud’s Understanding Comics, as it is a seminal work in the field of comic studies. It was extensively recommended by all the panelists at a Wondercon/Comic Arts Conference roundtable discussion I went to about Graphic Novels and Comics in the Classroom. As I read it, my internal thoughts kept chiming, “MIND BLOWN!” The experience was reminiscent of when I took a Film Theory class one summer to fulfill my Theories and Methods requirement for my Asian Studies major (I inadvertently made my unofficial concentration in Asian Studies about Chinese Cinema with all the film courses I took; similar to how I designated my English major concentration early to mid-20th century British Literature by taking numerous classes in that area as my electives. Concentrations were not a requirement for those majors; I just unwittingly selected courses that piqued my interest. Who knew my interest were so narrow?). It continually amazes me that people could think so critically and articulate so incisively about anything, especially things that are often considered low culture; scholarship in the humanities is just astounding. I bask in the tingly sensation of intellectualism (pretentious? maybe, but whatever floats my boat). It’s massively enlightening considering the ways in which the mind interacts with different stimuli and creates meaning: SEMIOTICS! (I have a very limited knowledge and understanding of semiotics, but it is nonetheless utterly fascinating whenever I dive into it.)
I was listening to Cool Jazz Warm Nights playlist to clear my mind for some dense comic book reading before I decided I needed something with a little more upbeat as I settled back onto my laptop to try to pump out something out onto the word processor. I picked Up Jumped Spring, and my hands are just typing away on the keyboard.
A little lavender milk tea on a summer night also helps as a soothing pick me up that isn’t loaded with caffeine to keep me up all night or disrupt my sleeping cycle. Pop in some chia seeds for a basil seed/tiny boba alternative.
Hopefully, when the semester is done, this won’t be a false start. I need to write more!