After yesterday’s semi-disastrous Bad Action Scene, I realized I’d sort of painted myself into a corner. I seem to do my best writing dialog, colloquy, chit-chat, but I’d very intentionally isolated Our Hero for pretty much the rest of the story.
So I came up with a cheap way to deal with that. I wasn’t happy, though.
And then I had an epiphany. At church, no less. Good thing I had my little Writing Notebook with me, and could write it down.
Because I think I figured out how to get around the problem, but in a way that actually advances, complicates, and fits perfectly into the story. Plus allows for a real knife-in-the-gut eventually. It had me capering about with glee (internally, since I was at church, and we’re not Charismatic or that sort of thing).
Of course, we won’t get to that for another day or two. But I have the next few days plotted out, which probably means at least a week of material, given my logorrhea. Such as my 2,562 words today, just to get to there.
Ironically (and without any cross-contamination), both Katherine and I included a dream sequence. We also blew through our word counts — she had 616 words. Woot!