After being sick and completely not writing (or doing anything other than getting well) for a week, I’ve finally started up again. I’ve been having some trouble though, and not just before I got sick. I’d write about 200-400 words and then the scene would be done, finished nothing more. I kept wracking my brain to get more out of these (what I deemed) paltry sequences of events. NOthing would come, and the characters refused to give better performances.
It took me some time, but I finally realized today why these scenes in particular give me trouble. Transitions. Yup, nasty, unwanted scenes that move the story bit by bloody bit closer to something meaningful. Even my characters hate them with a passion. “Why are you putting me in this room to look at it? Nothing happens!” to which I told her “Remember, you’ve just been transformed, have huge amounts of memory loss, and the whole world is now new to you.” She crossed her arms and hasn’t talked much since then. I don’t blame here. These scenes aren’t interesting, or fun for her (and not much for me). Perhaps I’ll coax more life or distill them into something less later on in the process.
My goal? Crank out as many of these horrid, dreaded sequences as I can and move on. She’ll be happy, I’ll be happy. It’s a win-win situation.