In a fit of desperation when we
were in need of moving quickly I made an artistic contribution. Picking a photo
and doing some slight editing to it, I sent it off to Erdy. My attempts to
communicate as best I could through my limited artistic abilities (those are
boats in the blue ocean) were I fear not the most helpful, but it helped move
us slightly farther and the notes never stopped coming back from Erdy.
We soon found a style that began to
speak to us as the art began to take shape and the writing reworked itself
again. I began to receive more full sketches from Erdy that were directly
focused and based around the scripts and with them building on the world
already written.
