Probably not of much interest, but I felt like gloating over finally getting a scene I’d been struggling with together. I knew what had to happen, but making it happen without having any characters act stupidly was tough. I knew it was possible, but finding just the right chain of events and reactions to get me exactly where I needed to go took longer than I’d like.
I’m still not totally happy with all the fighting – tiny, inconclusive bits of fighting seem to be harder for me to write than full-fledged fight scenes – or with the scene I was complaining about before, but it feels good to have another scene with at least a first draft done.
Then I look at the 18 remaining scenes (not counting the not-yet-outlined epilogue) and I feel a bit less good, but such is the life, as the French would say.
Only they’d say it in a silly French accent. While eating a croissant. A snail sandwich on a croissant. And then they’d surrender.
We here at Small Eyes, Big Mouth are on the very cutting edge of humor.