Well, the noveling is still going slowly.
Today I was at the write in at Stratford's and, even though I was drinking a mocha which did contain caffeine, I was nodding off at my keyboard. It was just so comfortable -- overstuffed sofa, warm fire, the tapping of fingers on keyboards...
I had to get up and walk around a bit, and actually didn't get much writing done after that but we did do some plot doctoring so that was good.
I was telling my fellow novelists about my uncooperative characters.
First of all, my MC is infatuated with an unscheduled traveling companion, which is wreaking havoc with the exploration of self she's supposed to be doing en route.
Additionally, said traveling companion who was supposed to be damaged and brooding is turning into a comedian. In fact, the whole story is taking a turn for the ludicrious.
For example, today when they were supposed to be having a soul-revealing conversation before a meal, a movie star made an unexpected appearance and shot that whole scene to hell. Not literally, even if it was (ahem) Clint Eastwood.
Lar asked me today if they'd run out of gas yet. I just stared at her blankly, as, I'm embarrassed to admit, I'd overlooked one of the standard road trip story requirements. So that is definitely happening in the next few pages.
In other words, I've completely abandoned the serious aspects of this story and am going to just have fun with it. Honestly, at this point, I don't think I'll be able to get through it any other way.
And come to think of it, wasn't that the point in the first place?
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