My mind is a whirlwind.
I’m trying to slow it down. It’s not a whirlwind in a good way. It’s a whirlwind in that overwhelming anxious way…at least when it comes to trying to write a simple, compelling story.
I’m meeting with James tomorrow to go over the new version of my Act 1 for Petrick’s EfRT storyline and I’m…struggling. I’m grateful we’re meeting tomorrow, because I’m hopeful that he can help me stay on track, get some perspective, and actually get clear on this thing.
In the midst of it all, though, I have some good ideas. I have scenes I think I can write. I still haven’t cracked the nut of the compelling lie the villains tell Petrick, the explanation for the glaring question at the center of my adventure…but perhaps just knowing what the problem is can help.
I’m going to go write that down.
That…actually feels better. That really is the crux of it all. There’s a hidden truth at the center of my story, and I just haven’t figured out a way to cover it up that I’m happy with.
Good work day today. I was tired. AM tired. Need to sleep. Getting up early.
Sigh.
Night.