Well, technically my furniture moves since I'm house-sitting until October 2.
But still exciting!
I've moved so many times before that I've kinda got this whole thing down. I've got everything ready and the truck isn't even showing up until tomorrow afternoon, so I've had time this morning to get a little more writing done.
Writing... uhm, y'know how in my last post I was excited because I felt I had a clear view of the next, largish portion of the book?
Well, yeah. Then I wrote myself into a corner yesterday when a reveal that wasn't supposed to happen until the climax suddenly grabbed a scene by the throat and jerked it in the opposite direction...
...and when an apology might have directed the story back on track, Sikka says, "I'm not sorry for lying to you."
...which then made the already-misdirected scene turn yet again... in yet another wrong direction.
BUT, this morning I skimmed back to earlier scenes and reread over the dialogue/actions/body language/etc and... and... and...
...yeah, this 'corner' I have written myself into completely makes sense and there are little hints all along the bunny-trail that build up to this exact thing/confrontation happening.
So, it wasn't a momentary skew in this direction, the story has been heading this way for a long time and my conscious brain knew nothing about it while my unconscious brain has been sniggering and pointing mockingly at the idiocy of my conscious brain behind its back for being such a fool.
Ahem. And yes, I think they have medication for that.
Also of note: like the apology that might have directed the story back on track, there was also a really good possibility that this scene would have drawn Sikka & Komil closer together and been a major step towards an actual 'normal' romantic relationship arc... and uhm, yeah. Not happening. Or should I say, it didn't happen.
(I don't want to assume it won't happen...)
If I could write stories like normal people it absolutely would have happened because it's the right 'time' in the story arc for it to happen.
/tears out a handful of hair/
Yup, my brain is trying to kill me. Especially with this story. It's the reason I stopped writing it in the first place and moved on to other stories, yet here I am, coming back for more punishment because my damn brain is on a suicide mission and is trying to take me with it.
...and because I'm a masochistic freak who loves a challenge, I can't get enough of it...
SOOOOOO, uhm, yeah. Apologies for the probably worse-than-usual grammar in this post as 95% of my brain is currently dedicated to unpuzzling this corner-that-is-not-a-corner that I have written myself into, and the other 5% is mired in a heady-state of self-shaming.
Okay, not really :) But it's still fun/funny to think about!