Hi guys! So I've switched my posting to Friday. I held back my internet OCD for as long as I could, but eventually the need to space out three posts over five days was just too overwhelming. It's Friday, Friday, whoa! (I cannot get this song out of my head. Or this song, for that matter. SHUDDER.)
Ahem. I digress.
At the best of writing times, I feel like I'm furiously transcribing a scene as it plays out in my head word for word. At the worst of writing times, I'm staring back at a cast of recalcitrant characters who are on strike. No joke, I once ended a chapter with, "Then Gray stared at the author and snapped, 'Well now what, genius?'"
Thank goodness for revisions.
A friend shared this video with me a while ago and, while being jaw aching cute, it kinda illustrated my own way of writing: painstakingly prodding the tiniest of details (which may or may not make sense) out of reluctant characters and choruses that may or may not know exactly what's going on (or what you'd LIKE to go on) in a scene. But I suppose that's the job of the film maker...I mean the writer: To make sense of all the jumble of plots, the post it notes on the computer, the scraps of dialogue written on the back of your hand during a soccer game.
Now, it's Friday. Let's go have some fun fun fun. Partying, partying, yeah.