While I had a wonderful last couple of days (celebrating wedding anniversary with hubby, competing in a cowboy action match, going with hubby to way cool local museum, watching fireworks off mom-in-law’s rooftop, shopping, hanging out), my writing has been absolutely sucky.
I’m serious. The bottom has fallen out of the bucket.
So take this short story I’ve been working on, “Woods:”
- Over the last three weeks, the direction of the plot has shifted five different times. FIVE! And that doesn’t even count the times it’s shifted back.
- Two of my characters, one main and one secondary, have changed their motives.
- Scenes feel tight and together one moment, only to fall apart with the next sentence I put on a page.
- And, the entire structure of the story feels like it’s in this weird sort of limbo…..
Basically, all I have is the scene that drove me to write a story around it, and it’s killing me! I need to tell this story.
Now I just need to figure out how.