This One Summer blog tour schedule
Graphic novels fascinate me.
Telling a story with pictures and words together is a beautiful and magic experience.
Today one of the authors of This One Summer, Mariko Tamaki, has stopped by
to give us insight into her story building process.
Welcome, Mariko!
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Graphic novels fascinate me.
Telling a story with pictures and words together is a beautiful and magic experience.
Today one of the authors of This One Summer, Mariko Tamaki, has stopped by
to give us insight into her story building process.
Welcome, Mariko!
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ABOUT THE BOOK:
Goodreads summary: Every summer, Rose goes with her mom and dad to a lake house in Awago Beach. It's their getaway, their refuge. Rosie's friend Windy is always there, too, like the little sister she never had. But this summer is different. Rose's mom and dad won't stop fighting, and when Rose and Windy seek a distraction from the drama, they find themselves with a whole new set of problems. It's a summer of secrets and sorrow and growing up, and it's a good thing Rose and Windy have each other.
In This One Summer two stellar creators redefine the teen graphic novel. Cousins Mariko and Jillian Tamaki, the team behind Skim, have collaborated on this gorgeous, heartbreaking, and ultimately hopeful story about a girl on the cusp of her teen age—a story of renewal and revelation.
In This One Summer two stellar creators redefine the teen graphic novel. Cousins Mariko and Jillian Tamaki, the team behind Skim, have collaborated on this gorgeous, heartbreaking, and ultimately hopeful story about a girl on the cusp of her teen age—a story of renewal and revelation.
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BUILDING A STORY
by Mariko Tamaki
BUILDING A STORY
by Mariko Tamaki
When people ask me how to “start” writing a story, which I assume to be a “big white blank page vs. me” type of question, I think about this file I have on my computer labeled “My art.”
It is an extremely diverse collection of works. Some of these are in what I would like to call their “final drafts.” The numbers on these things, from 12 to 25, should tell you how final final actually is when you are working on something as complicated as a novel, or even a short story for that matter.
Mixed in this pile of works that are in draft, which I leave in there even when they are published and not being worked on any more, are a slew of what I suppose you could call bits.
They are bits of stories. They end in awkward moments, characters and sometimes even dialogue just dangling on the page like abandoned socks that didn’t make it to the wash.
Sometimes when I’m bored I’ll take some time and read through these pages.
It’s like looking through a bunch of different stranger’s Facebook feeds.
The thing with these bits is, even though they are bits, unfinished and unpolished, they are important. Because, if you scan through that “My Art” file, you will see that I wrote them in between writing the bigger things.
I wrote them in part to battle the blinding space of the white page. Because to me, if you are not writing something, then you are just a hunk of nothing (that’s harsh but it’s a feeling only). I wrote them because in that space of not having a project I try to let whatever pops into my mind go to the page.
I wrote them, often, because, I thought they might be something longer and bigger.
I used to have this theory when I was younger that key to the writing process was to drive through that first page into a novel. Like it was really just a matter of heft.
As a result, I spent of lot of time waist deep in a process I would compare to trying to weave a piece of material with a pile of gummy worms, with a loom made of chocolate.
Which actually sounds pretty good in terms of ingredients.
But is not so great for making a blanket.
Really, the big question for me is not “How do you start a story?” it’s “How do you know it’s a story?”
I’ve saved this to the end because it’s the thing I’m still struggling with most of the time, so my answer is short.
It’s a kind of ease. Bits that are stories propagate and I don’t have to fight to make that happen. When it’s a fight I take a break. If more bits don’t show up, I stop. And sometimes it’s hard to let the gummy worm go, but ultimately I’m a happier person when I do.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Mariko Tamaki is a Canadian writer and performer. In addition to her celebrated graphic novel Skim, co-created with Jillian Tamaki, she has also published several works of prose fiction and nonfiction, including the young adult novel (You) Set Me on Fire. Mariko's short film Happy 16th birthday Kevin premiered at the Inside Out Festival in Toronto in May 2013. Her most recent graphic novel is This One Summer, with Jillian Tamaki..
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Sunday, May 4
Monday, May 5
Tuesday, May 6
Wednesday, May 7
Thursday, May 8
Friday, May 9
Saturday, May 10
Sunday, May 11
Monday, May 12
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This One Summer
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ReplyDeleteI really am in the mood for graphic novels these days! They are so beautiful to look at; the arts just draw me in. :D
Thank for the giveaway. I love graphic novels.
ReplyDeleteReally, you have to just fill that blank page no matter what, even if what you fill it with is something that goes in the trash or into a file, never to be used.
ReplyDeleteWow, wow, wow. I loved Mariko's thoughts on building a story! I've never really thought of it that way, but it's true. There are so many "bits" that spill out of a person who writes (or creates), and all these bits should be recorded in case of it being just the bit you need.
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